poetry critical

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Random Poem:

The curl of my inborn thoughts
unknown

I'm a still-born,
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in a cradling position
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glancing at my vocabulary
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wondering what word would impress you most
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how much of my tongue must I flutter to make you want to fly like it'
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next to it
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on it.
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How I could carve sweets from your flesh
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wrap in little packets, stamped in smudgey red-ink paper
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I'd savour in my pocket  
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for the in and outs of suckling on my oral fixations.
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I've been walking with empty pockets
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just so I could wait to break apart a fool like you
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to half-heartedly make the poor plains of my living feel growth,
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or at least distract me of the hunger-pangs
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when I engorge my hand inside and bring out a few unrecognizable wools;
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stuffing pulled from decomposed teddy bears
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the fiber of the still inner present child,
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waiting to come back and claim me over the years
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back to the fears I'd fail myself
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and dry into a leaf  
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once pulsing syrup
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*made from a mysteriously sore puss,
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vaselined because it dampened the pain
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I'd cream and wish my "nameless carry-on down below" would vanish
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as I uncomfortably shifted in riding shorts,
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crying over being accused of loving anyone...
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like love was something you could do.
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And now you fuck this, like this never happened.
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and all I want to do is make you my feelings of love, to gift you with my blood.
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