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akiba_kei @akiba_kei
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For some time I traced a circle
For my part I reached the fullmoon
For days, oh, of halo, you survived your constant
But for all the world this was a cycle
For all that, you hide your chaos
And for all I know you were my moonlight
For many miles now, I have recollected
For my sake, then, moonlight, plz, again be reflected
For once, oh, my halo, reveal your heartful ratio
For good your Divine large Proportion
of yourself
of days
of note
of halo
JJMcSpanky @jjmcspanky23
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JJMcSpanky @jjmcspanky23
Very deep, and quite entrancing to read. I like it :3
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waynez23 @waynez23
well done
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eliascorazon @eliascorazon
some great stuff here ^_^
akiba_kei @akiba_kei
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I greatly appreciate your kind words.
akiba_kei @akiba_kei
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EXCURSION
For some say, at Dracanum
and some, on windy Icarus
and some, in Naxos
o Heaven-Born, Insewn,
Satura was here on september third
vast and wet zones to gaze over
in a mountain stream, there is
a wattled barrier built by the busy wind.
Yet it's only maple leaves,
powerless to flow away.
Pigeons fly in parallel formation down the street,
like von Richthofen on a bombing raid.
She was very fragile and sad and quiet as she came,
for there was no end to the grief she felt:
she walked with her head bowed to the ground.
She has the skin of a sweaty soldier. Young sprig.
Barley water and glimpse. Haute values. Simple fact:
Noblesse oblige. Nocturnally try to
spell out. Exquisite ...warm correlation
and a pot of molten gold to tear your peel
from the top of the cheekbones to the
tip of the chin and back above
flame murmurs... a mouth of magnolia and red...
you didn't do this, did you?
...chemisettes, bouffants, Herzigová's legs like javelins
sink into the cerebral cortex.
A secret of her skin, ruin, crapulence.
The aesthetical side of marbled
touch by a laughter. Malicious teeth. Spittle cascade.
O, inspirer of frenzied women
a river
a boat on the Styx.
We singers sing of you as we begin
and as we end a strain,
and none forgetting you may call holy song to mind.
And so, farewell, Dionysus, Insewn.
akiba_kei @akiba_kei
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SI MME X EST LA SEULE DES PRÉVENUES À INVOQUER LA PRESCRIPTION DE L'ACTION PUBLIQUE
ouais
la lunaison parmi nous
parmi nos fesses et nos chaises
mais la poule fesse
le désir de ma bouche
et la couche des coulées est sonnant
l'opium étonnant devient fou
il y avait ton vomi
amnesie dans la pharmacie
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