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Told you to leave, our lovely lord of home, Unable to bask in your audacious pride; You dimmed my wretched goddess—one who bore weeping life Religion worthy, as though it was your strained role, So let’s create a cult; a sculpted path to follow- And our naïve leader we told you to fly Your impressionable look at us: wry, Partnered insanity, commendable. My lord of home is naïve, lovely, insane, Seed of tainted bloom; you brought painful life, And you have sorely attempted love, the still Blistering heat of cigarette on skin Yet I asked you to leave without sigh, My murderous savior of swaying self.
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Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC
Path of a Flightless Bird
Told you to leave, our lovely lord of home, Unable to bask in your audacious pride; You dimmed my wretched goddess—one who bore weeping life Religion worthy, as though it was your strained role, So let’s create a cult; a sculpted path to follow- And our naïve leader we told you to fly Your impressionable look at us: wry, Partnered insanity, commendable. My lord of home is naïve, lovely, insane, Seed of tainted bloom; you brought painful life, And you have sorely attempted love, the still Blistering heat of cigarette on skin Yet I asked you to leave without sigh, My murderous savior of swaying self.
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amber-dawn
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Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC
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