Ephialtes Jones
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the endA Poem by Ephialtes Jonesif I'm reading that sunset properly, then, everything that seemed limited is continuous beloveddead rise like morning fog the living are .. |
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uncertaintyA Poem by Ephialtes Jonesquick! hide your laughter! spirit police scale the walls of faux Zen tofondle golden shards to bleed doubt on pure relics bones and songs sc.. |
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sexyA Poem by Ephialtes Joneswatched the show through a knothole in the sky saw it all saw nothing battered bodies pointed skyward the beacons of a damned salvation (god.. |
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living words. dying moments. winter.A Poem by Ephialtes Jonesloftier lies that we’ve grown into shine like pyrite in the eyes of hungry predators. now, our only truths are pain and joy. our only hopes are.. |
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the final kissA Poem by Ephialtes JonesI was there once in that sacred moment salvation dribbled from the chin of a cherub into my barbwire tangle of a soul we were in the blue ca.. |
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war time disconnectA Poem by Ephialtes Jonesbullets from a Bible stagger to the sunlight lift your face to God I love you, but don't bleed on my good times |
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remainsA Poem by Ephialtes Jonesupon the serene waters of her saintly face, her smile is a rabid vamp-beast that floats. she is my anguish. I am her boredom. we are the two teary ey.. |
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Questions of Modern FaithA Poem by Ephialtes JonesFacades that grimace, yet, entice Like beautiful green waves who drown Remnants of Sodom’s ignorance; Demon’s endowed with childish gr.. |
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Glass CoffinA Poem by Ephialtes Jones(and) faded dragonflies |
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Hospital AnticsA Poem by Ephialtes JonesFriendly faces are no help, but numbness is the kiss of the angels. |
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