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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Oct 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.07.18.45.2685]] |
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Dragoneer, sweet nothings; sultrine vapors, straightline to receptors, let us aflame, Greet the revelation with customary glee, I've been expecting you; the alias, same. Light touch your skin, don't let me within, for you're such kindling, two kindred fuels, All it takes is the utterance of acknowledgment for the match to incinerate like fools. Put on a phoenix disguise, drain ashes from your eyes, for again they speak no lies, Please forgive my intrusion but that's the price for your inclusion; chancre, cauterize. How lush the mirage of some paradises seem, but beyond salvation are barren lands, Invisible punctures deep in the bosom of nourishment; molten fingers, tortured hands. 'Tis a fissure in faith of which you speak; warhead instruction burned on glitterstreams, They flash across a black void of deilluminated wishes and other doppelganger dreams. Again comes the sinister, unconscionable whisper; you desire, half my victory assured, Behind the shield of a warrior's visage I annihilated reinforcements, gave you my word. High above a nuclear domestic, stand, observe ascent of sun above horizon, worldglow, Place neverending symbolic of everunion in palm unscorched; we were a holocaust ago. The massacred was a hope; it rises to observe my vigil, gasping smoke, fleshen flakes, If you wonder of my survival let it be said I've always been prepared for atomic wakes. In the beginning was the worst, I prepared myself from the first, revoluciónes del amor, What floes through my veins is memorial to the remains; exothermalady, asbestos core. |