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A strange place; This night-garden, Under tress, Under darkness, Under blankets On top of the glacial Stone ground; I didn't feel so cold then. You were not a day older Then eighteen years, And I was not a day wiser then you. You spoke with euphoria, delirium Falling from your mouth; Grinning like a Cheshire cat, We went missing from the crowd- All here to see you- Rhapsody in a red-dress, All I saw was you, in the Quiet sleepy place where we'd be found Kalopsia soft in silk, Pale milk skin blending with the moon above, You shone maniac moonlight into my eyes Until I was your lunatic, Just in the night, We watched the lanterns fly Just in the night, We watched the lanterns die, In the starry moonlit sky. -Jamie F. Nugent
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC
The Death of The French Kings (Eternity Implosion)
A strange place; This night-garden, Under tress, Under darkness, Under blankets On top of the glacial Stone ground; I didn't feel so cold then. You were not a day older Then eighteen years, And I was not a day wiser then you. You spoke with euphoria, delirium Falling from your mouth; Grinning like a Cheshire cat, We went missing from the crowd- All here to see you- Rhapsody in a red-dress, All I saw was you, in the Quiet sleepy place where we'd be found Kalopsia soft in silk, Pale milk skin blending with the moon above, You shone maniac moonlight into my eyes Until I was your lunatic, Just in the night, We watched the lanterns fly Just in the night, We watched the lanterns die, In the starry moonlit sky. -Jamie F. Nugent
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC
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