Pagan Poetry
pedalling through i find an accurate copy a blueprint of the pleasure in me swirling black lilies totally ripe a secret code carved swirling black lilies totally ripe he offers a handshake crooked five fingers they form a pattern yet to be matched swirling black lilies totally ripe on the surface simplicity but the darkest pit in me is pagan poetry pagan poetry swirling black lilies totally ripe .. .. . . ... . . ... ... . .. . .... . ... . .. morse : coded : signals they pulsate : they wake me up from my hibernate on the surface simplicity but the darkest pit in me is pagan poetry pagan poetry i ©love him this time i'm gonna keep me to myself this time i'm gonna keep my all to myself she ©loves him |
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