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Pathogens of Love


Steams
schemes
silent night screams

fall into your belly
in a mischievous frenzy,
a holy child.

Wing of foot
torrents of hair
philosophy stone of blood.

A battle of angels
sweet, hailing
pathogens of love.

Loyal & savage
panicky mournful
purple passage.

Plods sublime
misty mountain amnesty
through a killer pipeline.

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