Lost In Despair, pt. 1
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Thrown back w/morning flash,
To where the miracle
Could have been perceived.
Mediaeval Malediction
Towering passion
There`s a bleeding angel on a stipple
Have you seen her?
- One of those sees herself in black?
- Presumably.
- You led her across the wilderness
to the Northern shore,
in the dark of the night,
once to the heat of the day
to take her away, didn`t you?
Feather is laughed off. Sweetly.
Tell us of the past, you cannot of the future, can you?
Disgusting assumption,
we don`t want to be told,
cause we are all to get old.
Let her paint w/no pain
so that it`d remain
Untainted
Unledded
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9/10/2006
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