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Unsung lamentation, love you are. this measurement of my lonely erotic life. my rage against passion you are my poems my broken pieces of art you are the Darkness that is beginning. that light that descents to void hearts two rivers we are in one like blo

fiery red lips enslaving my mind the gates where porphyry milky-light draws me in authorial mother of night bound goddess line of the flaming-sky from the honey of figs of August my phantasm creates and opens veins hanging breast and moving hair ladder cl

unseen hands pain not spoken not written. tied up in the dark i saw from the coast that i was drowned behind the paper moon Scores of dreams to show to light like the calm reflections that land the sinners in the hills of silence the wind was mine only i

———————— she looked like island in high seas like a barrack that the soldiers used and abused she meditates on dirty stigmas on the wall now her shades of pale radiance barren visuals no sense of calm eyes c

chrysalises of beauty her soft flesh. sensuous fall her words is a melody for virgins and of nocturne purity. most occult of the desires of his lonely nights in the intimacy of this erotic flesh to be in vain her touch slides into his skin. curves of love