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[ .every.time.we.break. ]
[ in steady dedication to .sSs. ]

my queen of furies
back from exhiled europe
in transit
all the wind we've lost to each other
our enemies on all sides
our brilliance our only defence

in this gloomy charade of lovers
that burn to touch
caresses so-have seared off
the hearts we wear
and down in tumbling knots
on beds stained with memories
of others long forgotten

where we have not loved nor lost
in spinning hurtful circles
against your gathering wind
where we find we are standing
fists closed and holding nothing
after all these years
of clockworks and pictures
now rough from sand

where neither one of us has found a use
for all these cluttered lies and nerves
that we've managed to gather
in this place of wreckage
filled with bodies
that will never know how to love

� B McLean, 2k4
excerpt from .Cantos for the King of Fall.
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