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Poem Number 160
Broken stones devoured by the sea
---Anonymous
Slick with moss
---Roy Jessup, Wilmington, NC
Thick skin against hollow bones
---A~Me
volatile movements
---Anonymous
of fecal delicacy
---Anonymous
No.No. No. I am not a coprophage. I am not even a fag.
---Shurale
I am holding a feces-covered flag. Oh fuck.
---Shurale, CT USA
--my best friend's dick is up my ass.
---Anonymous
broken stones devoured by sea/slick with moss, thick skin grinds against hollow bones/movement devours/the hidden of your moan/ all I hear is you calling--I am home/I am home/i am home
---Anonymous
Commentary:
Laughing winds tear over the broken stones consumed by the hungry sea
Bringing the bitter mountain cold shivering the branches of the strongest trees
Whining around the burning lamp left lit for the one still out in dark night
 
Where are you love?
The light still burns
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I write all of myself in these words
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I started again because the beginning was so strong and intriguing....hope thats ok! I kind of goofed up the format
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