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hedonistic hymn

crucifixion on the clothe
reiteration of a hymn
your five most loyal servants
are shining up their trays
 
they all are quite eager
to respond to every whim
they make no sudden movements
until you say they can
 
we are a meddled flower
with petals on the floor
I am the sprawling root
and you are the waxy stem
 
soft hands of the picker
creep along the thorn
we bite the forbidden fruit
and exhale an "Amen!"
Written by winterwrought
Published | Edited 31st Mar 2015
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