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Paint My Feathers Black

days are dust co+war+d/ice but to eliminate the evangelical — archfiends of madness reign. fractured fantasies flirt with fugitive flesh dilapidated dumpsters desire's discarded gentleness crepuscular crescent moon casts a gaudy glow stolen scripts where shadowy figures entwine and go sordid snippets stutter a scandalous serenade echoing eerie echoes as the night's darkness is made surrender to the wanton waltz of vice this baroque brothel of broken dreams beauty is a sublime palliative profundity puckers puckered lips proclaim sweetness of surrender succumb to pain this fusillade of fetid fever find my thrall blessed bondage to the maelstrom where madness is the only law

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Date: 11/14/2024 2:34:00 PM
Oh gosh! Your writing is ripe! Burgeoned with insight, impact. Triumphant description of a wise person reflecting. I love your poem for its terrific portrayal of feeling, shock and wonder.
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