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raphæl Mar 2019
if a song's honest
words would be stripped to the tones
just pain and desire
raphæl Mar 2019
gasping through my ear
warm bare hands slither beneath
sneaking through tight skin
i steer waves you shut those eyes
leave the realm where lust is sin
raphæl Mar 2019
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raphæl Mar 2019
for months, the kind son
looked over her living corpse
to prolong her breath
but tonight he stepped outside
to waste his with cigarettes
The ironies of life and death;
of love and despair
raphæl Mar 2019
song jives with the sight
dying sun burning the edges
golden leaf eclipse
i sniff my fingertips the
stink of rusty guitar strings
raphæl Mar 2019
if lust's a sin whose
intention is overlooked
man should not exist
raphæl Mar 2019
if eyes were mirrors
a child's are a calm lake as
they reflect the stars
"if" haiku series
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