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DIVINE EROS


by Amanda Deo


I drink the funeral in a dream.  I give satisfaction in voice overs. In an instant.  I hold attention with it's better than a lie and your eyebrows are so pretty and it wasn't only once.  Every pew has a set of broken legs and a last breath and an obvious confession.

Your jeans sag to the right. Your briefcase sits next to the door.  I'm never yours.

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