Ensnaring—

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    Ensnaring—
    Roots hold me fast but
    I lean my desecrations:
    solace in her arms
    ©2009 j.a.o.a.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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