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Fading Like A Ghost
I cannot bury the memories
of dark's twilight rose
waking in pain
listening to the jackals
humor the witches
as the demons
distill my blood
making a wild-ass martini
and I the olive
fading like a ghost
colder than a corpse
in masturbation's condensation
of dark's twilight rose
waking in pain
listening to the jackals
humor the witches
as the demons
distill my blood
making a wild-ass martini
and I the olive
fading like a ghost
colder than a corpse
in masturbation's condensation
Published 19th Sep 2022
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