26 of 30. Old piece of mine I found in pieces

Grey.

under the now

drifted

semblance of unrest.

My lost sins.

the diagrams.

God chose time

looked up and it was

before dawn

most quiet of all

I love their diabolic colour

I could not glory how soon

i tired

When

When

When

will the cavern of night

love need by candle light

that day

his glory

and he hermits in their naked bodies

with passion

put to sword.

 

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About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
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