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 privé
now boldly arrayed for all to partake?
So another world falls - so a satyr dies.
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