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Magus d'Bogus
dumb ol'slighed drunk pawned
i n
pre-position..........is a n y
body in
that house of love that
eye th'ought
was gonna be a goddamn f o r ev er ?
it can't be, can it? t h a t I been deserted so bloodfckn
l o n g that
there'll never be an
o t h e r beautyflesh to press a'gainst for solace, succor,&
thee like....thee likeness
o f a moment's heaven in hell for purgatory's limbo
all loves at The Edge of This World, This Life, just walk on by amidst
the beauty of the bless'ed place......thee
near-infinite ocean'sea
m o c ki ng
this silly s o rr o w
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh
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Published 14th Jan 2016
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I don't know that I've ever known anyone who could sing of such a forlorn vastness in the human cave of the heart, Danny. I feel like I'm sitting on the other side of the island listening to the one lone drum of the last surviving tribe member. That's how melancholy this echoes.
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Anonymous
14th Jan 2016 5:58am
Oh, my goodness. . .*blush* rush. . .THIS is an exquisite piece; if this is what a recreational head trip dishes in poetry, then I'd like some. . .please;). . .love to you, Sir DanielX. .. ~Devlin.
14th Jan 2016 2:16pm
