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DuringWarDuringDeluge(atTh'wimperinAssholeOf)Rapture

at th'rage, a page, half tore, fold
ed sweetly in
old,very'olde, per
fume
scent
scented thusly therely maybe th'stale
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �sweet
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � of dead(th)
becomes every thing wee th'ought I were,
like
when th'ghost was borne, hole'ier than holyghost cath'olicschool
� � would ever've given up,(th'ghost!thee Ghost!),
warring for rapture-deluge spiritblood suck-a-life thru
a straw bent backward in reversal'reverie...
o,
just lay th'featherlight of yr fresh goddess'body
on my flesh just
once more,
[ �may
be
twice+more �], before wee & me swaller that e'ternal sea

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Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX

(DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)

Published 29th Jan 2014

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Re: DuringWarDuringDeluge(atTh'wimperinAssholeOf)Rapture

Anonymous

29th Jan 2014 10:22pm

ooooooo dada ....mist yo stuff man Rm

dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)

30th Jan 2014 00:54am

grazie, rm, but how can ye mist my stuff....there's a 'backlog' of 1200+ right here in DUPland...Ha!
Strange but troo!

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absinthe (Fats)

30th Jan 2014 12:44pm

1200!! :D
This poem reminds me of when I slept for 16 hours.
I woke up thinking it was late noon (twas actually 2am), and seeing no one was around, I thought, must be this rapture thing!