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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
colorability of blood.

A stare down
between angels,
loyalty is a red mist.

Sweet
hailing
pathogens of love.

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