Changeling
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Eric Cockrell
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changeling,
dervish lover...
you're all
tongue and
groove!
you salt my desire
like no one else can.
hidden beneath layers
of self-imposed hurt,
and walls you built,
hiding from yourself.
you rage against the storms
of life, your hand quivers
at the wheel!
i wait; a small bird
on your windowsill....
for time to bring you back
from the land of the dead!
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