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Ashes From The Stars
The winding road to your heart
twisted sharply at the last corner.
My despair bled copiously, sinking
its lament´s eyes on my throat…
And that lump choked me; stole the fugitive
tendrils of air which drowned
precipitous into agony´s
I besought on my hammered knee-caps,
while soreness befriended indifference;
I murdered my pride with bare hands,
oblivious to forgiveness…
O dark, gloomy luminaries that twinkle in derision´s radiance…
What eerie malevolence brews
in your core?
How many tongues must I pray
in to ...