Contributor: Korven V. Keown

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On that day my soul grew splendid
corpulent and fetid
"Take the moonlight from out my heart"
I cried
as I threw my night upon the floor
lay waiting upon the morrow
and your gaze
and the causes, never willing
still they're killing
still they're killing
the us we loved
the me you needed
and all the wet pain
I twist within
and you between.


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Korven is slow to trust other people, but gladly pens poetry for people he will never meet. He occasionally quotes his father.