Her, Beside Me
Here the archenemy is a rose: provincial
Decadence right beside your extraneous spit.
The spot. It's licorice stand ripening in front of you.
Its protecting parchment. Forever delirious in the dead
Calloused, reactionary enamel you cannot decide to reach.
Or knack. Because hell is providence and had it not been the cold
White snow piece by piece rupturing our arts altoghter, I
Would have desired your stance. The archenemy cannot pose consequence.
Delirious maze. Dotted octagons. All the rest is an imaginary lace.
Forming us together, Dividing lears and passissmos and macau-laden
Anonymous, picture dens like this, undivided, lofty, without a sound
Repeating in an endless rosy type of mute.
Decadence right beside your extraneous spit.
The spot. It's licorice stand ripening in front of you.
Its protecting parchment. Forever delirious in the dead
Calloused, reactionary enamel you cannot decide to reach.
Or knack. Because hell is providence and had it not been the cold
White snow piece by piece rupturing our arts altoghter, I
Would have desired your stance. The archenemy cannot pose consequence.
Delirious maze. Dotted octagons. All the rest is an imaginary lace.
Forming us together, Dividing lears and passissmos and macau-laden
Anonymous, picture dens like this, undivided, lofty, without a sound
Repeating in an endless rosy type of mute.
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