A.R. Brixton - 508

A.R. Brixton - 508

With poisonous smoke, br She exhales, fire from a mouth – br That kissed, has been br Kissed, and through madness br Solitude, acted as magic br A placebo for the new love br And violence, violence of br The new days – the ones br That follow, ride along br Holding hands and fingers br Entwined, hope, for br It is as it should be, br Should it not, my careful br Mistress, with the poison br On lips, and lies in the still heat br And heart, mirrors and shadows. br Wholly me, evil yourself, for br If my lips are poison br Your words are opium.br br A.R.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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