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And there it ends my days as I began it. In the truth, the lies, and the auguries of my existence. And if I were to be written amongst the stars on ..
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In all that is holy,
In the beseeching and rantings of time to pass,
When the darkened days of a lost generation come to light,
The ashen faces o..
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When I was a child, my mother put a blue light bulb in the fixture.
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Sweet lover, thank God you are gone.
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The sun leaks in to the musty motel room. Here we are. The stale once white sheets are twisted about his waste, exposing him for my sleepy eyes. I s..
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Lights fly by,Red and white streaks in the night,Look to the side,A city neon in blur,Where are we going?There is no time,Simply flow,The air is chi..
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Let us fall upon the floor,Twisting in passion,Forgetting our agony,Let lips whisper prayers,To the primitive gods,And find within the primitive lov..
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I can't describe it,I can not replicate,I can not abide it,I can only reciprocate,This excitement inside,The sound of your voice,I can not deny,Is m..
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Dare I say that we are still connected? That in the many fortnights come and gone, I still remember your touch. The taste of your blood still clingi..
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A Sonnet
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