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Hand me the drape of superflous horror

Aside nocturnal trapping allow in my art

Crying and dying my sexual ecstasy

The crimson stream that flows from you

Magnificent supine

Red heaven drapes at me

Across putrid ground

Mothers scorns my glove

A vile red heap

I gorge my selfish dream

Ploite garden party

Only they know

Lick the eye to make them shine

Feel the peach cold with time

The weight of fantasy

That is not even mine

Penultimate were the leaves

I had buried under lust

Benighted are my hands

That I ranted into dust

I lecture in the scorn

Of the sordid eternity

My mind became dumb

As I tasted my own grief

Below my stairs to the main

i was genuflexion's gist

As ere the obdurare ones

Of my burden shall exists