Every Moon Sets -10: The Orphaned Plate Of Life

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The reptiles of urges
come out into the open
in the dark deep nights
that serve
all my trust in you
all my air of life
within lungs of love

washed clean
with fluid of deadly hunger
on the orphaned plates
and perennial thirst.

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