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Dante's infernal heart.

Broken hearted angel on Hallowe'en
now that's a new one. As a nineteen year old I thought, you know,
I knew better. It takes the biscuit, it takes it home and rapes it
in the empty cold of your eyes.
Leave me to phone the caretakers,
I'll clean up this mess
and undress the message and massage of joy that lived upon your shoulders
keeping you warm on the divine nights.
You are the lie living in my heart,
the broken knocking of a clock left in the prior days of left-wing romance.
The halo, the wings are ironic to me now. You'll find me leaving with white stockings and a rock as replacement as you drain it all away,
down the drainpipe of my urinal mouth.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
Published | Edited 31st Oct 2011
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