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D E L E R I U M
Pathogen deliver
the shores of cryptic hurt are open
this havoc wave is shinning
bright as a button
caustic dreamer waken me
with deliriums boot
tell me Im next upon the wall
the wretched nest to shoot
courage kiss you lent me your
letters from burlap and hemp
the steamers bound
the cargo heaped
color on your cheeks
and now I can feel the
turning of the worm beneath
the fire of the ravaged sky
this fever swarm behind
my eyes
and
the terror of this blue
clear sky
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Candlewitch
Fri, 2012-06-22 11:28
Dear Steven,
color on your cheeks
and now I can feel the
turning of the worm beneath
the fire of the ravaged sky
this fever swarm behind
my eyes
and
the terror of this blue
clear sky
I have felt this! How your world can turn in a mere moment. Fantastic write!
always, Cat
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Esker
Fri, 2012-06-22 15:11
pathogen traffic
usually the way most poisons do work
on humans
gas form also
displace oxygen for the most
sometimes its just something inside
that wakes up one day
the ordinary horror of the ordinary
and then A vista of madness
horrific and beautiful all in one