The world has lost its taste -
colours all turn to black.
I tarry in the darkness
of the darkness.
The days of you are over
and yet you haunt me, lovely devil.
I linger on sullen beauty -
it is separate from that jackknife mouth
which cut me
The words are gone to inky pain
your form lives on
in sweet shadow unillumined.















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and it gets faved
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It's not a bad thing
To get professional
It's got a nice ring
Mandy goes to Medschool - [link]
I speak of the truth, the truth of the heart, like the desperate thirst in the raging drought
--
That thou mayest be everything
seek to be nothing.
~St. John of the Cross
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