Lathed Poems - Poems about Lathed

...Today was the first day I held a sledgehammer with intention Callouses connect palms to fingers tiny fleshy boa constrictors. There is no catharsis I know this to be a hollow act With a face......

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...And in the well-worn ache of turning mourning, there are no more tears- for all is beauty-lathed misery, held unswathed, without fearing to uptake hope's new sculpted shape. A changeling excha......

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...Minute by minute is my fleshy integument perspired, Lathered and lathed and laved in my own shiny sweat; And my heart it beats rigorously and unremittingly against its costal chamber, In the ilia......

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