I wander into your wonder
planting disremember-me ferns
in perpetuums,
as the wind inhales your kiss
I\'m a leaden feather
falling up
into your günah.....
away from your bah-bahm beat
my shadow skips,
and dines on epileptic sunshine
in the shackled gloaming
of your hollow chamber~
as I catch a seppuku niji
on the inside of your bleeding
Hanhepi wi.....
these days will burn,
still....
my whisper blooms
a whimper,
for I am and always will be
a 33rd degree sage,
adorned with sedulous pansophy
from your six-hundred and sixty-six
rays of rabid rage;
so....
verdrietig~
we unraveled internamente,
in the sweet cadence
of a star-crossed hello.
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