Sunday, May 7, 2023

Faithless

come lay your lips upon me at dawn’s inquest
i won’t swoon for festive laurels
such fire costs three fountains and a laughing rose
while leaking a twisted vermillion river of ammonia
fidelity sings rich piousness 
these free songs echo in the palace
but only alone with my various companions
do i know stability

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