White Rum

White Rum

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Submitted: February 18, 2017

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The weeping stage! Blackness is salty

And bitter; crude rehearsals have lead to fervent nakedness;

I will full-fill the command. 

 

—See, child? To who you are unknown

Don’t retract, own your hairless frostings and blotched limbs;

Fade in beams, show your affections.

 

Ignore the bastards! They’re helpless

To your style;

—- Ah! You have fell, truly! Your skin is grazed

And I am sick.

 

(Fuck are hurt, her art!

Fuck her wildly and clip the fruits

Of passionate intensity!)

 

know nobody;

I love life! Nothing exists,

The mind is the rug stained in thoughts

(Now, White Rum)

 


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