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Her inner demon is finally sated.
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His teeth shine oh-so bright; they remind her of the stars.
His lips, oh-so red, stain like bloodshed upon her skin.
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She shudders. And then she wakes.
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She does not comb her hair; she sinks into the tangles,
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History lights up the sky,
yet all he wants to see is his own reflection.
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She understands perfectly the lucidity
in Lucifer’s point of view.
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Dante, Milton, Shelley, Bronte-
all beckon from the depths
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This recycled aftermath means nothing
to the beguiled breath of my fractured heart.
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Dehydrated blades of grass turn cartwheels like professional acrobatics
in the breeze that struts with all the eloquence of a benevolent r
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And when our lips collide,
I am breathless, I am whole
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By the time the ceremony ends,
she is left wanting, grown weary
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What’s one battered bone
for one devoured apple?
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The curve of his smile prescribes sweet nothings into her skin as phantoms rise
between them like the chimerical dreams of amorous angels
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Your lips undress my skin
with rash urgency
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Mother gorges herself
on that crooked smile.
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She never could hold her own
against the caprice of carnal circumstance
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I wish I were a Pagan goddess of the hunt. You are such easy prey.
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Provoked threads scatter in the slightest breeze,
insects devour all the innards left vulnerable
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Vivid eyes shoot a malnourished smile.
Starved of piety and grace,
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Disowned Angel
Indecent is the width
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Poised and paralyzed,
positioned by the edge of the schism,
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Glass hands cultivate his sad smile.
A fragile face without a name,
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Motion halted by the distinct sound of dull thunder / gives way to the fading plea of dying church bells. / Adolescent wasteland, burdened by the weight / of such a distorted, decadent world. / Summer is be
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Fresh breath gathers in the chilled air / like the aging apples of autumn are harvested / by the ripe hands of cherished tradition. / Her words, like poetry, embedded / within the dying ashes of the August sun,
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Profane philosophy littered upon the sidewalks / haunts like the fading breath of a dying candle. / He inhales the smoke with all the expertise of / a skeptical observer on the outside looking in, / suave shadows smo
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Contorted vines wrap around / pillars built of bark, / savage wood splintered / by cold, cruel hands. / There is a desolate eternity in his eyes. / Distortions run amuck across / divided pumpkin patche
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Quaking palms buried beneath layers of caked tears / pose as if poised in promising prayer. / Skin as smooth as coffee sweetened by cream / clashes like the politics of vehemence against silent sin / with the sepia-t
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Jubilant eyes illuminate the retreating shadows. / In the line of war, they've overcome casualties to / triumph over the bloodlust of pungent animosity. / The last remnants of doubt no longer linger, / like scorched e
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Lyrical lover lies like a languid lily / between the pressed petals of / heartbreak and the sown seed / of soiled, sordid love. / Ghostly lips trace obscene bliss / with fragile kisses that inspire. / Desire ling
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Misery upheld like the dignity of a noble lady / inevitably comes crashing down with all the / vehemence of a careless, violent storm. / Nevertheless, the mirror reflects / only what she wants to see. / Black tend
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Blithe trees reach for the winds. / She is young and free, like / the flowing hair of a careless gypsy. / The delicate sun bursts into bloom / with all of the glory of a magnificent rose. / Her lips pout perfectly a
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The sunlight smiles, handsome like the face of Adam framed by Eden. Roots reach for radiance from beneath the garden ground
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Masks melting manipulate marred mirrors.
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The nightingale begins to sing callow cadences incomplete.
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Acrid alabaster agonizes aching April.
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