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The death of Bachus (Free verse) by <{Baba^Yaga}>

To Zion young man. Hold onto the strong urge That dwells within your shattered gait call's you home to finally purge You walked with men that smoked your face and battled tearing scabbing lace for nothing but your mother's grace, but she hangs dry flowered, an empty tank by those same men part of you, too. Now just know, I let you go Half-New.

horus8 18-Mar-03/3:18 AM
NO! horus8 collapses, all the poets are asleep. He pulls his brother to his face and kisses him gently. All good things come to pass. his blanket seems to be the skin of oceans, the flesh of the future. change, stinks up the air with stretch marks. the sun will never weep for isis. again.




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