rising from the mist like a child saluting a flag
I know what its like this regime
drunk with bliss
dripping with inextricable
heat, knowledge
he speaks of power
will it hit him in the face
blood rushed cheeks
wine in an empty marble void
diminishing your souls in a seventies church in 1995
she watches, she has lost her way
cocaine as a centrepiece
cannot exist,
isolated this
neutralness
marble cools the soft skin of a girl unlike another.
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