she of the many wolves' moons, my
dedicated bleeding heart, and the
scriptures in gold ink interlaced
that travel around her halo skull
like fireflies in the deep summer
and i confess that i am amazed: i
didn't know, that i had a part to
play in the great drama of life--
vocoder wordplay and great sensa-
tional vocations such as: climbed
and dropped back down again, wore
the latest fashions and then will
strip them off at a moment's not-
ice, as well as the vanilla comp-
lexion and black subsisting here;
i will feed you god's foods: con-
sidering that you dine on prayers
let me make this one quite plain:
unadorned, unornamented, a simple
plea for retribution for the love
i've wrought against the backdrop
of your beautiful, burnt-to-black
husk and shedded to reveal an ice
cream of a skin, which rewards my
taste as much as i could desire--
leviathan, that crooked serpent &
other fallen angels to slay, mind
getting bloody? i think it's per-
fectly natural to shed some, may-
be because i share mine with you.
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