having tea with a stranger,
i laugh, that us, the great ones
shall come back no more
your song is a maze
and you leave me to wonder
once more, in psychological contact
you are stunning, an animal
chosen to let me fantasize
of my own demise
we are but strangers
loving, and eating eachother raw
searching for Dyonisus, of poison and wine
Where is the exotic body of Ivy i reside in
a figure in flame she is
swimming in a sea of immortality
that only the devine creatures know of,
wine-riddled words of 'love'
they are putrid
and fiercely tied.
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