Lamenting
Whenever I sawYour soulIn the white snowLegsSpread for loveThe beggarly angelOf the fir treePicks by handfulsOur shadowsNo my GodKind of scaredThe sun is rising with the dullnessOf Medusa’sChopped off headOn the television is being runThe last series of ParadiseThe exileWith the blood More skittishThan the last candleIn the blind yolkOf the dark* Written October 3rd, 2001 © on Oct 03 2001 02:36 AM PST 0 • 8
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"Whenever I sawYour soulIn the white snowLegsSpread for loveThe beggarly angelOf the fir treePicks by handfulsOur shadowsNo my GodKind of scaredThe sun is rising with the dullnessOf Medusa’sChopped off headOn the television is being runThe last series of ParadiseThe exileWith the blood More skittishThan the last candleIn the blind yolkOf the dark*..."