
your wonderland unexplored
north of stockinged lace--
please, don't turn out the light

your wonderland unexplored
north of stockinged lace--
please, don't turn out the light
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petals fall from heaven
a rain in crimson
we each carry thorn
scratched grey of flint
loss given to tristesse
eyes given to cinereal
as pussy willow given
to ash, then to wind
lone cry in the woods
as to gloaming begins
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i will crawl into my cave and
pull the hole in behind
i will growl at passers-by...
for—
i have feasted upon absurdity
i pass on consuming more today
bad drivers and misbehaviors
and far too much OCD
i feel bearish of personality
and at all this absurdity
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barefoot of skin
etched spidered line thin
phantasm and trysting
she slips through at
the old wytchingtree
waiting on the moon
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