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Poems

Sin

The saint who hung himself

The one who destroyed the reveries

Plotted out my death

"Oh far and far away" he said

"Fade away all your miseries"

He pulled me over the stilted floor

The stilt where I was laid

Pressed me close even more

"Not love, just a need" he said

"Then I will leave by the open door"

Detached

Reattached

The color crimson curse us

Much deeper

As I lay far way

Not even once

Did I regret this dying day

Now you are waiting at the door

The sin who was born today

Sand

Closer, my breath elopes your lips,
Bleeding red burns my senses.
your heart, your eyes
and I
Touch the sand

Restless heart of gently touching lips,
I drink your darkest verses.
your life, your voice
Drinkth I
love stained hand

Closer, draw heat from your limbs,
Brilliant red sin rinses
Sins
your echoes, your touch
Turnth I
and burry myself in the sand