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Nothing’s View
No longer shall I dree or lang
Nor shall I seethe the morrow ,
The bludgeonings upon my lips
Shall not , unto me sorrow …
The morning’s horrid dismal glow
Will wake , upon me new .
All such endless kisses not
No longer rue …
The nothingness of distant far ,
And emptiness of sane ,
Shall not within my Anima’s bleeding -
Remain …
The bane upon me night and day
O Eros ! Such fate is mine ;
Immured by every madden thought -
Edenic’s love of thine !
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Ew
8-14-13
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