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By Marshall R. M. Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2015 Dec 17 Comment on this Work [[2015.12.17.05.08.29247]] |
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Shattered. Insanity, it ensues and attempts to claim you for itself. Isaity, it devours you, it CONTAINS you. Young lovers with their skin searching and thighs, young thighs, magnetized. There once was a steep beauty that I climbed with my apple heart and my cold and bony fingers. I reached the peak, that place, I pressed my bosom against the jagged beauty of a perfect winter's night and I pressed what beauty I've been able to gather in these places against every jagged thing in the world there: I sharpened my soul on the lips of Her. I bled like the sun, I managed to bring words to something resembling fruition. But Young lovers are all tied up in knots, young lovers all tied up in knots; Bled, in life's divinity. A remnant of gold groans and then, finally, sleeps. |