Greatness
Glamour gleaned from glory
The tail of the story
Pinched
By fingers
Clinched
Like a singer’s
Audience
Transfixed
That which
Tricks the mind
Into believing
In the soul
No lines can be drawn
Around that hole
Fleeting rings ripple
Into mosquitoes
Hungry for words
In the blood
Beating paths beneath
Nipples
Long sought
But rarely found
Tiny fragments
On the ground
Teeming
L…
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