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Die and haunt me;
devour the poison
that the bottle called ‘love’ contains,
then perish…
but on the third day
spring back!
but with only your ghost: gossamer of void,
floating without frames to hold it upright.
Glide as your feet are no more,
explore the day
that for you is forever night,
searching me,
loving me, loving me,
though your heart is buried
and infested by maggots,
bitten by rats!
Cry when only November rains
are what you can claim as welling tears
from your supernal eyes;
behold with them, your eyes
that are but spaces between grey clouds,
covet me as I walk the earth,
as my terrestrial essence
co-exist with the rocks,
them rocks that are maybe even more alive
than any of us.
Cry and love me,
I might love back a hundredfold,
love me like that
and I might romance
the angel that guards your grave
and so my lust
haunt you instead!
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crystal face I kiss
tongue tastes like sweet cold rain
I fall into pond
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