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Forgotten Heights
In the wind shears of my mind holding on to the quill
with the gall of the screaming louse and the flea.
With the quill of my tongue getting under your
skin, caressing flesh. Naked beneath the leather
collar reaping the godpins on your breasts.
As the shadow of quiet composes. I reach
the unattainable of forgotten heights. With a
seance from the grave's orgy. The calliope
whistles the chords of your autopsy in a daisy train
falling off the rails. With the quill of my tongue
getting under your skin.
with the gall of the screaming louse and the flea.
With the quill of my tongue getting under your
skin, caressing flesh. Naked beneath the leather
collar reaping the godpins on your breasts.
As the shadow of quiet composes. I reach
the unattainable of forgotten heights. With a
seance from the grave's orgy. The calliope
whistles the chords of your autopsy in a daisy train
falling off the rails. With the quill of my tongue
getting under your skin.
Published 1st Jun 2024
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