i know which stripes are yours the ones with
the two tone twist summer is the dust devil
below the plateau and an oryx in the distance
the dirt road as straight as my mind is roped
i do not want to look at you
is what i think in the dark do not turn
the light on i might kill you with these irises
so sharp and blunt so like me
our forms fit
me twisting every inch which way on the thorny path of truth
you walking on water but ever bobbing away on
the lying swells grit on my tongue
our steps sound above the moon
we tread through galaxies and we hurt the world
my sunshine clutches feel happy with the holding
of you when you leave that coffin you need so
i grab you tightly to my heart
in the twilight two tone zone
the quagga, considered since 1984 to be a subspecies of plains zebra based on genetic evidence, has been extinct since the 19th century, when the last one died at the amsterdam zoo in 1883.
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Poetrymy personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me
