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Wednesday, 11 May 2011

An ode to a distant beauty

The world is lost and the words are gone
In this shade of lilac solecism!
Lost are the shadows of all nefandous
The moonlight, oh, the nightly strands of Tulle
Stranded we remain marveling at the mirandous,
The shadow of your murder, dead desideratum!

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