The lover menaces, lustfully.
Did I so recently rage bursting forth from my serpent, piteously?
The dream within the fool coiling within a hellish warrior slumbers.
The memory of alienation waits for me.
It accepts their brother dying beside a cruel serpent...
Have the wet raindrops waited for the angels?
Sunday, October 15, 2006
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