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Oh Darkness, Sweet Darkness
With my acuminous arm
I saved her wretched soul, like the others,
I drew the blood through clotted veins
And lay her down upon the blackness.
I cleaved the meats from her ivory.
He knelt with me and watched her filth, her poison
Pour through the cobbled streets
Into welcoming drains.
Plucked from the cadaver,
Her vessels of virility are no more;
The erroneous allocatio...
Sunday 20th January 2013 12:25 pm
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