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Scorching Black Long and lustful Her hair scented A faint air of rain She looks so fine In scorching black And in a timid lace An angel face Wings divine Outstretched and poised Feathered and dusted with grace She comes before me In all her radiance returning back She is an ivory angel Adorn in the deepest scorching black And as the ashes fall, From above and up from beneath I open my mouth To taste of the fragments The tensions and the slack I consume her remnants The pallid salty remainder Of the pale angel Ascending from the scorching black
Posted on: Sun, 16 Jun 2013 20:53:41 +0000

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