' Abate '

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I possess at times...

sharp tongue,

pay no mind harshness sung,

merely less air filling lung;


habitually stopping time,

spilling forth mad-wonder rhymes,


How does one keep mind from peering back?

All the while, back...

snaking through grass for varied attack,


heart ache & turmoil breathes still past,


only give strength to long last;


though of lone mouths taste,

a devoted kiss can satiet,


this exquisite touch...

richer & fuller than diamond radiate,


inner surge's retire & abate. 

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