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Clueless

the night disappears
without a touch
and your eyes stare like boiling heavens

you are monster kisses I can crawl up to
lips blood clot cake
that never heal
it rains howling phantasms, concrete
and dead eye bombs
nightingales of tragedy

this is my dream of the world
her form a moving mouth
she fills it
with a billion slums like black flowers
vast and strange

your sin
you were born clueless
broken chromes
and die that way too

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With out is [without] and where is were. The title is good, the language fine as always and the pattern/pacing took it clear through to the logical conclusion. My favorite line? "You are monster kisses that I can crawl up to." ~ Geezer.
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thank you for the review and type correction.... will fix ;)

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the [where] to were. LoL ~ Gee.
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This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

Its a good thing I reserve the right to be an idiot and that you keep saving me
Thanks so much Geez :)

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"your eyes stare like boiling heavens" gives such intensity to the look. I love it. for me it could be similar to "roiling heavens" filled with dark clouds developing, or maybe a clearer gaze, but the intensity is there. "lips blood clot cake" is so nasty and evocative as well. my favorite line is "she fills it / with a billion slums like black flowers". black flowers is such a dark, romantic image as are slums, though I would never have thought of linking the two together. so gritty, so pathetic, in the pathos sense of the word as well. I love the link between cluelessness and staring eyes. always love reading your stuff.

yeah ;) so very glad to hear you like this piece ….. many thanks my friend !!

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