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•฀฀48฀฀• The Haunted Softness of Your Hands Hunger฀suffers฀in฀you like฀the฀lover฀who฀once฀came brimming฀with฀the฀language฀of฀your฀heart’s thin฀flutter And฀you฀fed฀her.฀Your฀nipples brimming,฀salted,฀singing hallelujah฀and฀homecoming—The฀late฀August horses฀moonbathed,฀frantic฀and฀galloping Comfort฀is฀to฀dream฀the฀dark฀dream฀of฀the฀self escaping.฀Love฀is฀the฀dog฀baying at฀the฀white฀hole฀of฀moon praying฀to฀the฀fallen฀dead Soon,฀she฀will฀lie฀down฀with฀another A฀woman฀with฀hands฀rough as฀her฀father’s.฀Soon,฀these฀hands฀will฀touch her฀secret฀places.฀Like฀VooDoo฀your฀soul will฀ache฀halfway฀down Morro฀Bay.฀Your฀small฀palm she฀loved฀the฀softness฀of will฀carry฀the฀question฀forever into฀the฀empty฀creases฀of฀your nights.฀Starless,฀the฀road will฀give฀you฀something฀back.฀Something you฀once฀wanted: •฀฀49฀฀• Old฀moccasins.฀Some฀loose฀coins.฀A฀book of฀no฀words,฀and฀one with฀too฀many.฀Moonless, you฀will฀learn฀to฀track your฀own฀door฀blind.฀You฀will฀dream about฀staying฀long฀this฀time.฀The฀horses฀licking the฀salt฀from฀your฀palms. The฀witches฀nourishing฀themselves in฀the฀haunted฀softness฀of฀your฀hands. ...

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