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HerName

By Tony Lopresti

Her name thrust on twisting winds

 

Screws a hole through his heart

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Where the souls of forever trample back and forth

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Shouting his sufferings, dancing his deaths.

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Entwined in the black wet gape she leaves in him

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He sobs into the sea the roars of his aloneness.

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