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By Blue Angel Date: 2001 Aug 09 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.09.15.46.31582]] |
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When you were young, When you were beautiful, People listened with captive amour at your maniacal ravings, rantings, cravings. Your tepid fingers bending the soft scapes of their flesh, taking what didn't belong to you. Capriciously, you gave nothing, always lying with your yellow hair covering the black words leaving your lips, Pulsing their way to your demise. Dead to me, years away from you I have traveled and that picture of lost beauty, yours, motivates and carves a new world where no lilacs bloom. |