Saturday, 12 December 2009

Semblance of the Melancholy Pillow Boy

He knows non-specific dread
His lips are asleep
same goes for his hair
His mind is a placid vile aqueduct
perfect for crafting ludicrous perversions
His eyes are heavy and molten
a glib nexus of dead need
His throat is a sublime sparkling
feminine death
aired under precious suns
known for a vile infinity.

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