Some apologies for the anatomy. 
Stain - 
has shifted to moon. 
No fragrance, no color, no dewfall. 
Night has been spooked. 
Disconnected - I will meet the 
transparent truth about the lies 
of a prose. Sick earth will receive 
the dismembered verse in locked embrace 
of bloody limbs. 
Raw diamonds- 
will teach to play with sex 
in the house of terror. When - 
you forget the space between 
the clouds and thighs. 
Between good and bad 
I bleed.
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- Published: December 15th, 2015 23:33
- Category: Nature
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