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Twilight Burning

Tags: dark, gothic

Diddling with my crazies,
phantoms, twilight burning, 
on the edge of my infirmity.

Trying to hold on to my soul, 
scratching with my fingers, 
the weevils in this deep hole. 

Damn! this place is like sloe gin, 
feeling the stretch marks,
wearing Old Nick's socks.

Dark like an old harlot's tongue,
with tits that fit my mitt,
phantoms, twilight burning. 

Now late for my borscht, 
and Rorschach test,
using my waders. 

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