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Where is this giveth breadth?
Where is this giveth breath?
Where are those giveth breasts?
Sex. Conform. A soft vehicle
Upon those laborous steps.

My shadow lies still behind stolen body and frost sleeps gentley.
Where is the satisfaction we were promised?
Is it hiding in the jingle bell jello darkness of twisted alley?
Like ice in premordial mould?

© 2007 Layne L'Heureux