Spent

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flesh packed by the pound

with broken hearts

tightly wound

and in the morning when

the day begins

we wear our smiles and

crooked 

grins

and lay down at night and

shed our sins

spent and tired but

full of 

grace

and yet these lines

we can't

erase

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finding that place where i step into space

and lose myself

like an alien who eats human emotions

i'm lost in the oceans of your

desire

and like a human 

dipped in cumin

i'm on fire

The Poet Tree

With All Our Forgets & Plans

These sad glad mad times filled with unusual rhymes

and the darkest finds in fruit so sweet

lemon rhymes and purple beats

In a jovial garden of moist wet air

full of lingering fruit

We held the leaves

but forgot the root