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The Perigenetic Prayer (Sonnet) by ALChemy

Father live through me, be the shadow at my heel, the glistening of my brow, my halo and my crown. For I am yours truly, the incarnated ideal and the dream unbound. Mother be my refuge from the tempest and the temptress, (My desires for the sirens lead from violets to violence) be the quintessential muse for you are the empress that rules in serene silence.

Dovina 7-Feb-06/1:22 PM
My sister was saying just today:

I once had a good friend in black
Who felt a strange twinge in his back
With blood on my knife
He fled for his life
And we never quite got in the sack




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