Violets and kernels
Monday, February 16, 2015
My skin is a burnt skull
My lips are drinking wine from it
Sacred prayer
Not a dull;
Of purified icon stall
Cage of madness
Scent drills brain
Head is a win
Of the wine stain
Mortify tears
Purify fears
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