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Two Headed Shadow/Daughter/Only A Woman Knows/Spinning/7 Layers/Milk And Blood/In This Twilight/Sisyphus But Delicate/Towers Span People/Deeply Religious, 18 and Pretty/For The Poems

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In this twilight

my altar is two black jaguars

whom before I make my offerings

to the goddesses of song

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In our bed she vanishes

across the mattress

in black molasses

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In this twilight

her eyes like a skydive down a mirrored well

or a birds eye view of heaven and hell

like she’d flown forever then suddenly fell

surfed to shore on some miscreant swell

like she'd waited all history just to arrive

and chose you and I within whom to take life

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It's all impulse at the impasse Until you imbibe