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the black unicorn sings

how you know

By Blog, Poems

I am learninghow to lose youwhile I feed youeggs for breakfast and this is how you know,as soon as the world sits stilla settling snow globe in the shivering hand of    some GodI am aware of my need for you,     the way blue, purple bloodsifts through, a waking fire. Passion can notbe nicknamed, this way: like careless grammar,can not be healed like some open…

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