Canvas me; O’you.

Art by; @lo_fontaine
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Here, o’sight of autumn dead ;
I walk our wonted road,
In the might of harsher voices; red,
Let me behold the pain i strode;
For the change you change is dry,
And the sucked sweet dripped blood,
But oh, who ever felt as I,
Weighed the sand grain as theory absurd.

All there was; call it to become there is,
Good-bye, by oh bye you sing,
I catch at times, at times i miss,
Soft your eyes, unheard to bring;
Touch: oh touch of thy bite,
Self-disdain to praise or blame,
All your kisses of black, red and white;
Rumbled are you? Or a crumbled dame?

Again the old night unroused,
O’sin, in the frozen time;
Espy me: for i am miserably housed,
And jungle screams the dirge of chime.
Obsecrued the sight of connoisseur,
As eyes asked the pray:
Sky to my face sneered,
And i hung the breaths of desire to, Hey.

Back of her arched,
Her waist, my hand, her kiss, my neck;
Pleased of her body, heart i marked,
Then i know the hail of wrecks.
Gripped me through each shuddering wave;
Lower, lower the voice rustles,
The lust or the phantasm of it we crave?
Shrinks, o’belly, all the muscles.

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