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Shroud


Shroud

My eye orbits visions
Storing them
In sockets
Of spectral energies
And lockets
Of love and hate
Where sex and mates
Confuse each other
With memories, thoughts and desires
Of other lovers
While we fuck with ourselves
And duck to cover
Images
Of what we want to be
Seen clearly
As we could nearly
Become
Time
Running out
The genetic sum
To multiply
One by one
Which all adds up
When you think about it
To Wonder
Why we are here
At all


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