Poetry

Lara, An Oasis of Light
Dying
Anima Mantra
All Blind Men
Violated
Oh' Little One

'Dying'



Patterned, a rouge - how sticky her fluid loss
Though cross, faces, as demons a must
Through glass and of soundless voice
In filaments of lust, curse
Yet still we surely breathe...
By chalky lip, by cool tongue
Our moist path an immortal thirst
Drank by the greedy, dredged
Alive for our lives
... Cloudy now, but for the rouge, and the warmth
And the beginning of the darkness...

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