( poem | sonnet | epicpoem | happypoem )


Already healed 
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The saint beside the dragon laughs , yet still their wings cry. 
Before Man you were as avenging as those formless petals , and yet from now on he is as mysterious as those spirits. 
Drift reaching above a dust, endure darkly! 
But before my eyes my sensual werebeast slumbers. 
Yet still my victim roams.
 
Excessus

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