Porcelain Midnight
Indebted to defining darkness
a fortress of pained souls crying a chorus
fearless and bonded by religious rites
reviving the dada movement fueled by absinthe
driven by inertia in absentia calling forth
dementia dripping with sorrow
and steeped in anxiety to say nothing at all
as smooth as glass pitch black as night
my self loathing pity is as to death
as porcelain is to midnight
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