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Whole Numbers
1
An enviable instability,
A ballerina in first, head turned to the left.
2
Man on bended knee,
Head bowed in supplication.
3
Cavalry horse clicks to attention,
Printing her paired hooves in the mud.
4
Hell is full of these broken pitchforks,
Souvenirs of Satan's perfect anger.
5
Woman on bended knee,
Head resting on mother's lap,
Long hair brushed across and back to the belly.
6
All balloons fall.
I would pull each string in order
To whirl them out of this funk.
7
9:35 on the hands of the clock,
Or a switchblade mid-flick.
8
A masturbatory three, hugging herself and
Rounded out with the swelling bosom of the proud.
9
The balloon continues its spiral, upwards,
Making 1 circle, and so onwards.
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