His joints grew breathless
Like theaters swelling
To the eye of the storm
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Late 20s, early 30s,
Wrapped in a blanket;
Hammers to the levee.
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Lifeless,
Lingering for your ribs to
Sink into mine.
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Witch 
Love the third one!
And thanks for stopping by my blog.
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Thank you very much. The feeling’s mutual 🙂
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nice poem blog here…thanx
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