Tuesday, 8 November 2016

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"it would mean more if you pair the numbers five and nine!"

is it too late to make anything?
fourteen has long been larger than thirteen
once, i trespassed through your gates and your doors
through your world i collapsed with noble murmurs

"to make love in a dream is to make love with the dead"
she did not shiver in her own snowfall it seemed
the nail for her coffin is still in my hand

as she dance in trance
all else outside her ensemble writhe!
to prove she had not lost her (touch / watch)

them footsteps that couldn't be followed as is
blank discussions of eyes, weren't aware of me
i seek victory through hell's permission
denude this porcelain! this aristocrat patrician!

fate in between mine
and her skin of pearl
and that same grin
malignant to my kin
and of all beggings, all she's extended
was rue to repent, then water and thirst
then death and rebirth, then pain and hurt
then ease, denise!
denise, then ease!

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