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Dancing A Gorse
Of ripped coattails
passing of life
the vanities of time
sweet death's light
in zones of madness
of twilight bite
like a chameleon
as she in her skin
rides a dark Gorse
of thorns
coughing up omens
on her thighs
neath her skirt
dancing a ghost
of ripped coattails
passing of life
the vanities of time
sweet death's light
in zones of madness
of twilight bite
like a chameleon
as she in her skin
rides a dark Gorse
of thorns
coughing up omens
on her thighs
neath her skirt
dancing a ghost
of ripped coattails
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