Alpha Beta
- Antonio Fowl Stark
- Aug 13, 2013
- 1 min read
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what are you doing?
Dissipated deep, devoid of depth, devoured by devils, have thee, my queen, wept?
an incarcerated insignia, irreverent ideas, insofar as i identify interrogation imposed inside your intensity...
reflection of raving rage recaptured, reeling in thee the reaper
innocuous innocence integrated
within our entwining souls...
He hoists from hull, hell like hills,
In Again! he hollers,
futile fate, I falter...
bereft by belligerence, bestow, I my blood!
vigilance is inverted! vendetta my vice!
voracious my hunger! wallowing in unstoppable pain!
Go Grieve! Great Gorgeous!
OUR TIME HAS COME!
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lustful labor, lucid language let live... lone loiterer left where....?
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love?
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