Wednesday, 15 November 2006

Goodnight

Goodnight, sweetheart.
Be mired
not in the swamps of anxiety
smothered by noxious fumes
of malediction
But frolick instead
in epicurean pastures
where your stern cuirass may
succumb to subliminal onslaughts
of lascivious intent
scouring the depths
of your ineffable mind.

wingsofdeath

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