I do not consume wine nor sing of saccharine promises that coat the tongue, candy …
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Category: Poetry
Mistress of Obsidian Black Night
A momentary rustle of leaves; as persuasion blossoms and fills the air in endless ribbons …
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Come, fleck the canvass with blood moon
Fishhook barrel cactus casually eyes the moon; amber in hue and enticingly so, knowing well, …
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As Pygmalion once yearned for Galatea
As white blossom, philosophical argument, and coveting of sorts, the idea of you consumes every …
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