Author: venus.psyche
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Run Through Me
A dark room within, a couple of ravens,The door cackling through this prison.If I turn around and ask a question,You would nod without it being given.Lock your eyes in mine with Charles Dickens.Eat me this way,Melting bodies of fragile candles staring at our repetitions.Love, when spilled from the tip of my tongue—I don’t mean to…
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Vile Swine
Mid-July, when the summer got cool,And the seraphs’ve gone cruel,At night, at night. Puddles dot the brown, wet street,And how they reflect the sky.Oh, my roamed sheets,Oh, motherly storm that gave me lashes with her winds and waves. Gone, had it come across your mind, to tightly hug me with your blue skin and cleanse…
Moonbow Magazine 