Thursday, May 24, 2012

 


Demiurge.....(unfinished) :


It's the innocence in the semi-rage
set of her lips, her brash s.a.
That which the wanton assemblage
of her curled tresses belies....

There is a reason for this phantom ache
I know; what was once privĂ©
now boldly arrayed for all to partake?
So another world falls - so a satyr dies.


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