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I'll carry you away to where I'll be your kindly host -
But they caught me in my rat-hole - aaaah, I'm still the Nastymost! -
We march when we are beaten, / Broken, burned and shamed.
They only follow orders: / The foe has many names. -
Yet that which shapes a tree – the wind, the
shade, the raid, those leaves – has twisted this; -
these dewpearls gleam in your ferncurled mound;
the dark yielding riches of fragrant velvet folds . . . -
Her skin was as soft as the butterfly's wing;
Her eye were as green as the jewels of the King -
I announce
the death of my spirit -
now my soul howls
now in agony I grieve -
mind castrator, dream stealer
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Flashbacks flood and flee
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There's nae suck frae her cauld breist
Wheesht, chookie, wheesht -
No markers cross this
burying groundby -o- AyeWright 19 lines, 1 comment, on Mar 24 5:14 PM 2004. In Nature -
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your eyes' flecked amber
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grey lilies of death
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They come from the servers of Mongol-i-ay - email away
With talk of live webcams and flesh on display - email away -
What do you dream, Alexander?
What stars whirl above you tonight? -
Come to the beach of souls with me
Where we’ll gather the painted stones.
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