Though twins at birth, through lives consumed

May 23, 2005 23:59

One was lost
(a bastard son)
And in spite of toil
[impatient potence]
A simply wrought
{too soon! too soon!}

Oh, how he had a sister
kind with age

and awaiting to be spilt;
past the lips
across the tongue
a stain of extra virgin-

to drink the fools 'till they was drunk.

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eskimo_robot June 4 2005, 19:59:09 UTC
dammit evan.
::disapointed look::

syke. you know i love you.

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