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Sadako
I picked a bouquet of American Beauties
in a garden where an angel mourns
went to the chambre of my midnight mistress
cut off the roses & gave her the thorns
my mistress bourne of raven wings
my mirmah she plaintive keeps
appraises me with mourning eyes
and softly, softly, weeps
her broken heart my own heart bears
a tempest comes, & comes to this
I steal the raindrops from her hair
her moan is crushed beneath my kiss
her passion blooms in naked flesh
I flourish to take her for a whore
we gallop a carnal steed to Hell
then languish in the petrichor
a pale bride in dismal veils
a love song fades to elegy
a cruel rape begat my sorrow
her beauty, never meant for me…
(Art: Thomas Karsten)
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