hall
maruku i will not sleep on the flor of the hall,
even though i am the one to do it.
i won't go that far.
000719
...
Deomis so forlone and alone
arches reaching to the sky
pilars pilled up so high
the white marble tiles
are cold benath the moonlight
and your soft smooth skin
is nearly as white
and twice as cold
and your bones grow old
and your limbs become weary
until you take away the pain of life
and stain the marble floor
040923
...
Red Oh happy dagger!
This is thy sheath;
there rust, and let me die.
.
040927
what's it to you?
who go
blather
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