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Decadent Debauchery
Undressing the corpse in the corridors of its mind
with fragrances of decadent debauchery poking
long-scented bottles of anesthesia's cognac dripping
blood of death's little martini with no bones to pick
from the pulpit of Twilight's bosom pale as the thorn
in its side from the decadent dark shine deteriorating
from the crumbling stones of Arbuckle's insomnia
and insanity's aphrodisia playing gigolo...
to a deck of Tarot
with fragrances of decadent debauchery poking
long-scented bottles of anesthesia's cognac dripping
blood of death's little martini with no bones to pick
from the pulpit of Twilight's bosom pale as the thorn
in its side from the decadent dark shine deteriorating
from the crumbling stones of Arbuckle's insomnia
and insanity's aphrodisia playing gigolo...
to a deck of Tarot
Published 15th Sep 2024
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