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Handmade7 october 2022
End Of Beginning
The dangling moon
behind the ornate gate
waits for beheading.
*
Indeed I had
called you in dark to change
the name of slaughter.
*
Blood tastes salty,
when words were sweet, slicing
the white lilies.
7 october 2022
The dangling moon
behind the ornate gate
waits for beheading.
*
Indeed I had
called you in dark to change
the name of slaughter.
*
Blood tastes salty,
when words were sweet, slicing
the white lilies.