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removal and the gaping hole

Posted to Action Poetry




one pulls out
there remains a hole
that's inevitable
someone winning
another losing
what clay of heart
is red enough to hide the damage
continuing in passion

the self
without the other
what is that?
when one is so clung to another
identity lost in coupling
the thought of losing
tastes like death itself

maintain the self
that enables the giving
to another
never sell the soul
never give away
the very core of you