This work is in progress and in no way constitutes a finished piece...
"...eye cannot Love without the howl of surrender
so why pretend i am here enough
to regard my life as loving
enough for anyone else
save me pleas
me me me
so much
an operatic narcissist
a royal fecality
and that's only
my heaven scent my heart and lungs hurt
near broken, filled with dirt
am not dead might as well be
my heart and lungs hurt
absolution raven black fed thee
am not dead just what hell sees..."
EJR ©
near broken, filled with dirt
am not dead might as well be
my heart and lungs hurt
absolution raven black fed thee
am not dead just what hell sees..."
EJR ©
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