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Stark Distillation
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A slight departure from my more usual styles......
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Stark Distillation
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Wilt thou distill my bleating heart
To extract the spirit of love within?
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Bottled in glass will it smell of pine
As just now it must within my breast
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Take it then and rid me of its odour
Soured by the heat of your betrayal
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Leave me no trace to fester as I sle...
Monday 27th February 2012 2:21 pm
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