Winterkill
(I'm)smeared
in blood
descending,
my venus
is crying
"adieu, adieu"
drinking down,
aortal aggression
in this mortuary
called
night
-
and
she's weaving my tapestry
of sleeted - soul
the origin of this aura noir
Poetry by theo
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Written on 2006-05-31 at 22:28
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