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Portobello Moonlight

Stained memories of chloroform and daffodils �
with the sound of the dark's baritone whispering �
silently whisking her dreams away tasting her �
pulsing breath as shadows of strings and fingertips �
play her spine's Stradivarius neath the portobello
moonlight of blasphemy's wet cheek-obsessed � �
bleeding veins of Shellack's blood-red mascara �
dripping chloroform's anesthesia in the blue lights �
house of histeria