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Harvest of Disseverance
Contributed by
wretched_reflections
on
Tuesday, 27th November 2007 @ 09:48:26 AM in AEST
Topic:
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She loves me, She loves me not
Remorse streaked petals surge from the bud
Your essence revitalized
Blades drift in forlorn winds
Spring come again
Cauterize your martyr
Your scales are ripe in the sunlight
So many limbs to dislocate
Efflorescence to mutilate
She loves me, She loves me not
She blossoms while the sun sleeps
Comfort roils and drains her cheeks
Wax florets flood this garden
One aramanth cleaved from lacerations
Marks your bruised skin
Dismemberment
Here's your harvest of disseverance
She loves me, She loves me not
A naked stem protrudes between rocks
A brier lacking all but thorns
Bleached I vibrate
Fractured masses
Running, always wanting more
Clutch the current
Black petals flowing forth
The last descended,
Cascaded
Plunge into obscure abyss
I'll devour,
I'll devour this remorse
She loves me, She loves me. . . not.
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Re: Harvest of Disseverance
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Tuesday, 27th November 2007 @ 10:45:49 AM AEST
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