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The Nemesis of Deborah
She saw the face of Judas in him. The bearded kiss festered no truth and the metallic breath exhaled putrid faithfulness. The trampled petals spoor no lusting stares, redolent no more even as the tongue creeps by the shoulders. The razors have summoned from the stinking room! A slit in the neck could rhythmically go by the thrusts unnoticed But the chorus of the beasts as shrill as the gongs of hell maimed vengeance yet not in the loss of blood will you die. Not in my hands. His demonic pleasures went on as the voodoo doll resurrected in the beat of my own gongs. Keep stirring as this spindle rouses my anathema! his chest hairs pint of blood vulture’s beak stallion’s tails bobcat’s eye dead evergreen Deborah’s tears. Stir and stir and stir! Murmur satan’s prayer mana mana mana boo! ruba ruba ruba hoo! Count the sands of the transient hourglass expiring ‘fore tic tac sound. Now her man froze, bulging eyes, blackened pulse! ‘tis freedom, Deborah! Free. Doomed. ©03-06-13
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