humiliating love


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occupy a mind 
that requires
raw adoration. 

beseech a consciousness 
distilled, left to decompose
on the side of a rubbish

riddled boulevard.  listless
unable to proceed, pink tears
drop to the capacity

of a million thimbles,
in the shape of a nautilus
shell spiral. the centre

occupies decisions, 
forget the fork in the road. 
what about a cross street 

with another transposed 
above, moved 45-degrees
from the original juxtaposition.  

trepidation, being unable
to proceed.  love, should never
fuel any aspect of shame.

Inspired By Anna Mazzotta, Pouting on the Ritz 

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