Below The Baleful Star
Mors Syphilitica
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The warm tears fall
To trample them
Beyond the folds of light
The salt dries white
Beyond the deepest mouth
Now- the salt falls away
Silence I laid
On your wound
Cast your arms to me
Stretch your limbs
Falling afternoon
Silence I laid
On your wound
There must be
A crying night
The warm sun falls
To trample them
Beyond the shafts of light
The hall of night
Below the baleful star
Now the dark sires dreams
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