Dawn of deep whirlwind,
Hanging by wings of fallen angels,
Melts the barren candles of flesh;
Lips are cuffed in a feral kiss
Tongue shades wonder peeling the
fossil skin;
Fiery breath torments the mourning
lust;
Barren breasts are bitten by vivid
dream.
Epitaphs bleed of profane ambrosia…
Womb is stained in prophetic mists
of sperm:
Cum or come?
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