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covenant
Contributed by
elle
on
Tuesday, 25th May 2010 @ 02:19:15 PM in AEST
Topic:
spiritual
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ahhh. . .
you think that you can mend me
but the hour grows late. . .
my collaspes have dropped altars,
not so unlike yours, before
where cold is a sepulcher
draining the pores. . .
the mathematicians are shakey
an unfavorable clue
the what ever is inside me
is deep in my roots
(for curiositys' sake. . . )
sever the shoot
drink of the amputee,
the black & blue truth. . .
we fall from the cradle
to enter the grave
I peel off forgiveness
the second I'm saved
speechless, I'm waiting
my covenant made. . .
Copyright ©
elle
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2010-05-25 14:19:15] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: covenant
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 26th May 2010 @ 01:41:29 AM AEST (User
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My dearest Elle, I know I will appear stupid to most but I have no idea what you're writing about with this one or luxuria but your imagery is freaking impeccable!!!! Some of it even scary! |
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