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The Divorce (Part 2)

The tickling of the walls

The kisses from dead pasts

The wickedness that proceeds all

I want to know what real love feels like

Within all of these pages

And all of the houses on the street.

Do speak to me rose...what is it that you contend?

The beauty of revelry

Falls down the drain with a pen

As deep pages crawl up in the clouds

And sustain rain,

And love goes boom

In a quiet room

The explosion is of a deficit

Created by the raging of time

Written in the deep pages...