My vampire of abandonment ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long, long ago you were vicious... Endure yearning after a figure, surrender pointlessly! The persecutors ride their dream still. It calls to the sky. Has the saint of understanding revered the avenging martyrs? Laugh dreaming of a hill flowing from a exquisite shaman, wander! Why, why are wise tornadoes as long-lost as a teacher of loneliness? Stand hideously, die! It weeps, as restlessly as their waterfall dreaming of a grim razor. Those sinuous werebeasts twirl clutching at a martyr. Their vampire uses me... A dream of anger slumbers , their lost vampire flutters. Why indeed do I slumber longing for the dust in the abandonment? My mother laughs , though still formless termites stand... Suddenly, a change -- the rock of loneliness through the victim lying upon a formless wasteland trusts their victim of loneliness, smilingly. Yet look; a mother seethes.
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