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Gothic Violin
At times in prose, my words wither
with a pretentious fleeting
as the valance of day shawls
Then back to wither without a trace
as candlelight flickers in shadows
and a specter shakes my Gothic violin
On the walls of my sacred space
as your kiss pollinates my soul
with your lips of sweet resin
In my transparency living with a ghost
then back to wither without a trace
as a specter shakes my Gothic violin
with a pretentious fleeting
as the valance of day shawls
Then back to wither without a trace
as candlelight flickers in shadows
and a specter shakes my Gothic violin
On the walls of my sacred space
as your kiss pollinates my soul
with your lips of sweet resin
In my transparency living with a ghost
then back to wither without a trace
as a specter shakes my Gothic violin
Published 16th Dec 2021
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Anonymous
16th Dec 2021 5:51pm
Impressive,dark,haunting and beautiful.
16th Dec 2021 5:54pm
