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Hold on to that horizon.

…be it sordid or sweet, lustful and pure

What remains of that horizon?

-As it comes to me in force and faith

-As it comes to me with love’s cryptic embrace

And our bodies break

To the sway of decay

Hails the relentless day

But the bones of romance

Will fossilize our stance

Could it really be left to chance?

So, with blood we dowse

What’s left of her tattered blouse

Last days in the Charnel House

Give unto me your skeleton key

locks relieved

Death

be

free