She is fabulous, she can bring me back from the dead, anytime. I think she just did, actually.
A poem composed in her honor... -------------------------------------- raise me up from the ashes and dust, where I have been thrust, men trust what they bury stays down. you know that I am subject to your whim and so, my flesh clings in shards to hard bone and my body writhes as it is thrown up, up from the impotent ground where I was tossed and lost. now found.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
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----------------------------------------------- "I weep the blood of suns for your faint bliss and would foreswear all others for your kiss." - William F. DeVault, "White Sunday 225: arbol hru"
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OmarZonex
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Like your sister on prom night.
A poem composed in her honor...
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raise me up from the ashes and dust,
where I have been thrust, men trust
what they bury stays down. you know
that I am subject to your whim and so,
my flesh clings in shards to hard bone
and my body writhes as it is thrown
up, up from the impotent ground
where I was tossed and lost. now found.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
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"I weep the blood of suns for your faint bliss
and would foreswear all others for your kiss."
- William F. DeVault, "White Sunday 225: arbol hru"