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Wakefield. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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and dead is.
si balmy june silver moon welt so ugly beautiful.
dead is sometimes always. always sometimes and dead is.
dead is smiling white cheek mucous coughing blond
;dead it's the livid miracle of carnal soil by bones
distinctly scented of muscles. it's dead is autumn dancing
a ragged yellow corpse crunching of the naked souls
nude hearts pounding, and dead. dead is grand
and purple flowers cramming flavor into the loose
pocket of wind and carpals unfleshed sodden clasping
dry mouths dusty nouns. and dead is music,
long and fat, grotesque hips chattering with taught lips
onyx saliva belching stupid oral.