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-Brood-
Lies bloom and words di-vorce
My pen bleeds gray ...
The grim artistry of illumination,
slog on,slog on;
Let him confess on,
I submit to warm pleasure
My mysterious decline.
My pen bleeds gray ...
The grim artistry of illumination,
slog on,slog on;
Let him confess on,
I submit to warm pleasure
My mysterious decline.
Published 13th Feb 2014
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