Christopher.A Poem by Lady Lazarus.weirdly I found this piece amongst scrap paper with no recollection of writing it ,but I had at some point....so here it is...
Wretched form
so sad to see stitched muscle devoid of dignity ulysses who delved in warmth the cooing calls me forth a child. of skin.... and salt Lips won't incite a reply senses meander so shy a hunt for the shadows that crave the side of the soul I was ripped from a child of skin... and salt foolish pulp asks the question is malevolence devoid of obsession? lilt through worlds of the living in vain search of a final purpose a child of skin and salt. Thine ally The rue ... the throe of mine bosom I grow drowsy as a feather careful to confide the Convulsed abide a child carried on the surface the nymphs lap my ankles and carry me into their arms a child of skin. and salt.... © 2010 Lady Lazarus.Reviews
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Added on May 15, 2010Last Updated on May 15, 2010 AuthorLady Lazarus.glasgow, United KingdomAbout'...And I picked on the whims of a thousand or more Still pursuing the path that's been buried for years All the dead wood from jungles and cities on fire Can't replace or relate, can't release or .. more..Writing
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