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Dark's Smithereens

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In my cups beneath a pale moon rising,
as dew falls on the autumn's crocus
in poetry of my chosen opus.

Up to my chin in dark's smithereens,
as petals of your fingers linger
on the predicament of my kyphosis.
 
In a sake house shaking the bones
as your webs weave a seductive tone,
and your lips blow dust. 

So gregarious yet obscene
obsessed by darkness in your eyes,
up to my chin in dark's Smithereens.

In my cups beneath a pale moon rising,
ohayou gozaimasu, good morning,
in a sake house shaking the bones.
 

 

 

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