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Christs Harlot (Free verse) by Don-Quixote

broken dreamer screaming away each day a new illusion suffering the inability to find the conclusion of his thorny crowns insane visions lighter flame dancing over brown leaves the cigar crackling smoke drifting around him lights dim vodka filled to the rim the glass sparkling as he watches his harlot sing staring apon his ring wondering why the thorns grow deeper into his skull

http://mulberryfairy 24-Jul-03/7:12 PM
So dark.




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