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Frying Her Bacon
I only see dark out the window
raining down drops of memories
touched by the night's insomnia
alone with the bones of mania
knocking at my door
dripping life's spore
sown and bred reaping the winds
curdling screams of eternal wings
from the hungering ghost of anonymous
dressed as a mama, frying her bacon
raining down drops of memories
touched by the night's insomnia
alone with the bones of mania
knocking at my door
dripping life's spore
sown and bred reaping the winds
curdling screams of eternal wings
from the hungering ghost of anonymous
dressed as a mama, frying her bacon
Published 22nd Oct 2022
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