Paroxysm

Absinthian,

This terminal kiss, unbinding

Destroyed by the insurrection

Let you slip away incomplete

And sometimes the resurrection

Comes too late, to save

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Acrimonious

In my heart, a dragonskin

Memory, love as fragile

As disease and we

A cold war, wasting

In laconic speech

Silver

Silver massacre

Shafts of moon light, dividing

Your face into shades

Pressed lips, a lethal scarlet

Stormy eyes, surrender blue

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Lost inside of you

Lost inside torrential thrill

We rise up silver

A constellation of lust

Against smoke black sky

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