[E Minor]
If not for friendship,
Intimacy would have no true life,
breathless leaving the womb,
faceless
beyond the relentlessness
of infanticide.
Warmth burns deeper,
river runs shallow, the
woes of the world brings to his knees
all men who have ever attempted atonement.
-a friend shares compulsion,
Enables love, joy and
destroys all that may appear to be
love and joy without restraint,
without apology
-they lower themselves into the
precipice joyfully to join what
could very well be the drift
into the end of the century
Dontrell Lovet't
from, [Self Portrait]
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