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Quill's Dead Bones - with Lilliputian
Corpses of hardening dead flesh in the ossuary of my quill's dead bones
with no glory to reign in my mind's frontal lobe lobotomy house of pain
putrefying embalmed in wax like a candle immortalized
addicted to the rush of kerosene, anointing my pleasures
a testament to the good life, I have shorn the fleece
collecting the parts of my artistry tasting despair
planting seeds to bloom, only to watch every flower wither in vain
discolored and perished to the roots, rotten letters blemish the pages
of a diary born from thorns and ashes, I have lost my thread
with no glory to reign in my mind's frontal lobe lobotomy house of pain
putrefying embalmed in wax like a candle immortalized
addicted to the rush of kerosene, anointing my pleasures
a testament to the good life, I have shorn the fleece
collecting the parts of my artistry tasting despair
planting seeds to bloom, only to watch every flower wither in vain
discolored and perished to the roots, rotten letters blemish the pages
of a diary born from thorns and ashes, I have lost my thread
Published 10th Feb 2025
Author's Note
Thank you Lilli for collaborating
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