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Georgia

   
 

Racing red,

   
 

what was it

   
 

you said

   
 
 

cross the

   
 

kinesthetic

   
 

wingfall

   
 

of love?

   
   
   
   
 

I said

   
 

the sad leaf

   
 

in your eyes

   
 
 

tears blue

   
 

foil from

   
 

screaming

   
 

skies,

   
 
 

owling

   
 

pussy

   
 

on the plains

   
 

I'm dreaming of.

   
 
 
 
 

Scowling

   
 

lips

   
 

enfold

   
 
 

in prayer

   
 

engaging

   
 

one

   
 

to where ...

   
   
 

My pole

   
 

can sink

   
 

in sands

   
 
 

and rise

   
 

that

   
 

swirl

   
 

above.