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The Vampire (no. 1)
Fang-like eyes, blood’s dropping in his glassof lies, his mind shifts like the winds of time,mildly but enough to move the windmills, my love is a palace of toys almost emptied outby a greedy man who never bothered to reach out. Sleepless creature of sadness brings me intothe new world order, between adorned walls withflesh… Continue reading
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Red Flamenco
Break bread, gold crosses dangle on sinners’ chests,drink wine and dance for the world is changing,I’m at the parade of broken hearts, and hold deara locket containing the picture of a kind mannow burnt by foolish passions, gambling me away. Fervent dances in the moonlight, and I, a watcherlearning the footsteps, replicating them, swayin the… Continue reading
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Dandelion
White marble with gold, this fusion unfoldsin the middle, I’ve seen: fairy-blue’s turnscrimson red, filthy palms, tiny guts churn.Once I’ve seen these crumpled wings, sweet spring’s dream!Past the gate of my heart, she had to get in… Blown desires in one’s lap, swiftly caught and held,my, these seeds are flying hats, how she jumps away.Silly… Continue reading
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Kites
Strange buzz, murmur of the past ringing in my ears,figures softly grab my waist, whisper in my ear:‘for as long as all’s been lost, I’ll be gone, my dear’then like dust in ether float with my hopes and fears;want them not either to stay, their place is not here. Did you know how far kites… Continue reading
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Lovers
Waters are bothered by rocks thrown, again.A dog mocks a blackbird, he carries it dead,sweet song made by leaves that fly all aroundin solemn red colours that rot into brown;He sits on a bench, waiting for his lover. Black leather jacket and hair long, so darkwith sweet brown eyes so that hide in the ground:‘Don’t… Continue reading
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Lamb
Cut off ears, yet he screams out two-seven lies,bring the soul much further to the broken paradise.Darkened vision, sponge soaked brains, thunder alas!Awful roar; rage in the prey’s bloodshot eyes;Sense the meaning of one’s being through demise. How this soul can last in tormenting pain?Crickets in the night, foul cries in the grassthe lamb’s thrown… Continue reading