Cough up your locule
You were standing over me casting a glowing shadow
Within ravens crows & magpies.
You spoke softly & I couldn’t make out the words
I saw your lips move.
The birds swooned casting tenebrous blankets
Bromidic is the integument comes from peregrination
Spit hymeneal chyle.
Piss scrofula erysipelas the gout the pox & love
Shit chthonic kisses
The coagulated the aceldama fructifies fecundity in the womb
When tomorrow we weep tears that are crystal are but otiose
Concupiscence is the trajectory wails the hydra dressed in coruscating silk.
Fulo Devhanque
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