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The buttons Popped As she pressed Her lavender lips Against those velvet Diamond dogs, Her swearing that They were mine and Mine only Midnight - Once it Passes through the cold - Shows a color that Only true men and Women know Ones wishing To see Their best And their worst Rightfulness Royalty Righteousness These are The things The mighty forget And the low Crave We billion new **** on the dew Of singing nightingales Dressed all in blue Each note of truth Held In Her song Where all along We thought we Actually belonged Son's being Son's and father's Holding the secret, "There never Was one," he moans. Tears sink in Sand scorched lands By no hand But man All these Unnumbered graveyards Sphinxes whose Riddles break Your favorite cookie jar Seeing That all this is, Is a thing - in our end - You Grip with fear unlimited The old Say that The Majesties hold The ear of One billion writhing The writhing, as well, Hold the minds Of the Majesties One and the same None with no name Some forgotten All remembered Where all and One Are the Same Miserable Same.
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Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 5:30 PM UTC
All the Same
The buttons Popped As she pressed Her lavender lips Against those velvet Diamond dogs, Her swearing that They were mine and Mine only Midnight - Once it Passes through the cold - Shows a color that Only true men and Women know Ones wishing To see Their best And their worst Rightfulness Royalty Righteousness These are The things The mighty forget And the low Crave We billion new **** on the dew Of singing nightingales Dressed all in blue Each note of truth Held In Her song Where all along We thought we Actually belonged Son's being Son's and father's Holding the secret, "There never Was one," he moans. Tears sink in Sand scorched lands By no hand But man All these Unnumbered graveyards Sphinxes whose Riddles break Your favorite cookie jar Seeing That all this is, Is a thing - in our end - You Grip with fear unlimited The old Say that The Majesties hold The ear of One billion writhing The writhing, as well, Hold the minds Of the Majesties One and the same None with no name Some forgotten All remembered Where all and One Are the Same Miserable Same.
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Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 5:30 PM UTC
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