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Post by Aish on Dec 28, 2011 4:16:44 GMT -5
The soft burn screams my name encased in glass, woken up and shaken.
Already over, I'm late to the banquet draped in silks and richly possessed of Abaddon.
Drink the wine. It's voyage speaks of prim maxims and obscene fruit. Eat. eat my love and fatten your teeth;
the throne is empty.
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Post by nibbana on Nov 26, 2013 3:12:51 GMT -5
Maybe just the last two stanzas should be together. Drink the wine. Yes.
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