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i am dangerous,
i am crooked.
you're a flower petal,
a golden, wine
bearing goblet.
i believe that my lip
kisses you, the goblet
so i can drink off
of you, accordingly.
but from all
the gospels i've heard,
good swallows bad,
and, love, this is me
asking you
to drink down
my viciousness and
shadow its every dance.
This is about how important traveling is to me. I've always found my home to be out there somewhere.
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Part of the Poetry collection
Published on April 08, 2015
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