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Hides

under sun she soaks rays

ultra violet for an old skin,

back's bare, bronzed sad,

ancient the state we're in

 

young flesh moves nearby

brash rampant limbs shout:

hey! we can do this forever

our bodies know no doubt

 

we were just like that once

where did all our years go?

why do we lean or shuffle?

is it her, moving so slow?

 

the white mane annoys me

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Lost and Found

Let me help you flip the switch
Scratch that itch 
that’s been burning 
For some time we’ve been yearning 
for each other
Under the moonlight
we reach for a lover
that’s been like no other

I’ve longed to hold you,
to have you close to me
to feel you envelop me
to have our hands intertwine
to graze my fingers across your body and across your lips
to rest my hand on your cheek
to loo...

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The flesh and the spirit(By Anne Brandstreet)/ስጋና መንፈስ/Translation/By Alem Hailu

In secret place where once I stood
Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood,
I heard two sisters reason on
Things that are past and things to come.
One Flesh was call'd, who had her eye
On worldly wealth and vanity;
The other Spirit, who did rear
Her thoughts unto a higher sphere.

"Sister," quoth Flesh, "what l...

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Epiphany

 

A black pen, a worm chewing through

wood, waiting for flesh.

 

Crunching its way through shadow.

 

Candle wax on skin

setting hard in its way.

 

A flick of the wrist

and the ink scratch stains.

 

Trying to find a way

to communicate with vision.

 

Spew out, eat up, digest, reset.

 

Calculating the way with mind

set to epip...

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