The Loud Silence

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Pull a trigger for
a rapture. It is like a snake bite.
There is nothing more than a kill.

The shadow love follows
me without touching. We will not
exist tomorrow. God will not undo the religion.

The bee sting writes the
poem. Tone black head becomes
white. The blood wants to stop flowing.

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