Flint In the Eye
Flint in the eye, makes our heart sigh
Feral urges mostly
In silence, let lower mind die
Apparition ghostly
We are as we so choose
Make love divine, heart’s muse
Else we’ll cook our own goose
Ego draws nigh
Flint in the eye
17-December-2021
Quietus
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