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Finding Sylvia in the Basement of my SoulA Story by DrusillaIt was about 3:15 in the morning and for some ungodly reason I was searching box after box looking for my moral compass. As you know its been missin.. |
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A Terrible ThingA Poem by DrusillaIt is us On the other side of the glass They say we are strange I say they don’t see what we do A terrible thing called Love We watc.. |
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Art of AgonyA Poem by DrusillaShe makes art of agony Lies in cold drifts of isolation Arms drawing wings in the snow Legs opening Legs closing Creating angeli.. |
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Gods in the ChrysalisA Poem by DrusillaWe ache within our cocoons The earth hears the beat beat of our hearts We fear there is more Feel there is more And there is more .. |
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Undressing Your MuseA Poem by DrusillaYou fumble like a freshman She has so many hooks A little lace Devils smile On an Angels face Her satin whispers Indark doorwa.. |
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