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To Enthrall
A demon of green avidity clutched the blossom of my virtuous glance, which fell helplessly upon the artistry of thee.
Oh but if one could of simply inhaled the fragrance of this earth most candy coated rose or the flush of a first solemn caress between the hearts of angelic youth.
Then may this not be that emotions tide
May this not be the accurate chronicle of love or love not the chronicle of my minds current state?
With this do I sin or fall upon the unread chapter of perfect morality.
The moment transpired as thou had always preformed a returning glaze as such, as if I had been sinking towards thee
But an anticipated invitation held not the cliché of passion but the sentence of a fate which one can trial but nevermore escape.
May my cleanliness not be that clean, my stainlessness now uphold stains , rancid stains of lovers hate or a haters love. May there not be my holy chastity is one stare could release the pulsing, pleasantness of poison tunnelled through that radiant watch
Muting the harmony of surrounding legions,
Becloud the details of a locations depth
Then bear this not be an account with the purist of pure love but the sweetest of a sweet death.
Oh but if one could of simply inhaled the fragrance of this earth most candy coated rose or the flush of a first solemn caress between the hearts of angelic youth.
Then may this not be that emotions tide
May this not be the accurate chronicle of love or love not the chronicle of my minds current state?
With this do I sin or fall upon the unread chapter of perfect morality.
The moment transpired as thou had always preformed a returning glaze as such, as if I had been sinking towards thee
But an anticipated invitation held not the cliché of passion but the sentence of a fate which one can trial but nevermore escape.
May my cleanliness not be that clean, my stainlessness now uphold stains , rancid stains of lovers hate or a haters love. May there not be my holy chastity is one stare could release the pulsing, pleasantness of poison tunnelled through that radiant watch
Muting the harmony of surrounding legions,
Becloud the details of a locations depth
Then bear this not be an account with the purist of pure love but the sweetest of a sweet death.
Published 12th Nov 2011
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12th Nov 2011 00:32am
the structure and punctuation is terrible at the moment but it will eventually be alterd :)
8th Jan 2012 00:25am
Actually I like the structure. Each line reads like its own rant and expresses the idea in a single breath. Much like Ginsburg. It's a good bit of ground. Mine it for all it's worth.
