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Love Poem

Wikipedia Poem, No. 903

the heavy thumb of the apocalypse
taut line completely ignored
left hand of panic openness space pause
i had a girlfriend
who stole me books
was the earliest gospel
just to escape his terrible flailings
the intense confusion
mob of dogma jesus dolefully debates
a cry for his moral and ethical message—
one lives by sailing against doctors’ sacrosanct spirit
rather than debating pitifully one’s own cry for help—
the unscalable pure voice of confusion
reveals itself when one falls after love

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