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Mar 2020
Of a cold harlots stare,
No time to fill but curses to bear..
Shadowing the weakness that drains us,
Overpowered by the dust and lust...
Fragmented in fury, corrupted in cold seasons,
Absent of glory
Far from life's reason...
We writhe on the scabs we've carved,
Licking wounds and mummyfying empty ****** wombs...
Inhauling, death-sent horror shards,
To embrace an ever carcass lit tomb....
Your surrogate songs caress,
Tender tunes to ripen flesh harness.
In these ruins I bleed our tunes..
The **** in sunshine ruined in rhythms,
Deflowerd by the moon's bloom
Ever harking blind. .
Bonded by lost time.
In magic moments the reality was shattered.
Battered by the show man's climb..
Forgotten, the waste and withered, clown fragment chimes.
Fool for the blood pool
Expendable **** tool,
Skinless in shadows beneath a Jester's rule...
I wear the cloth your disgrace has benighted me..
by Mark Davis
Aaron Combs
Written by
Aaron Combs  28/M/Austin, TX
(28/M/Austin, TX)   
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