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Sunday, December 7, 2014

Paramour by Christopher Franko

I know Im not supposed to
get excited when im close to you,
But I am so enticed by the sapphires
You admire the hopeless through

Forbidden to be dehydrated
But imprisoned by the desert
Using the thorns of a cactus
to write the scorn of this letter

Every morning I lay yearning
Burning for the transient dreamscape
To be a little more concrete
Like a permanent freeze frame

But alas it never has last before
After the endorphins pass the mastoid
Im left longing for the reward
To record once more on my core..

im torn.

-- Christopher Franko

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