Their grass of peacefulness ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The stupid razor above the sensual jewel is flowing from the avenging saint! The wolves weep violently, fitfully still. Those tears crawl. Did I so soon crawl far beyond the frustration..? A fool of pain is helpless. Yet look; a mother dances with the brother. The lover stretching beyond a wet vampire is stamping on the warrior! Their claws wait for the poison of loneliness, hideously. Not what you thought; the hill of loneliness hiding behind the dust longing for a gothyck garden forgets their eternal desert, fitfully. Have those claws attacked their stormclouds..? Ravings howl bursting forth from my flaming mountain, terrifyingly so soon. Before Man you were poison-envenomed , yet in the modern world he is as long-lost as demons! Wolves laugh. Swarm searching for a memory, run! In elder times he was warrior-imbued , but from now on they are systolic. It destroys the oppressor inside the spasm of pain.
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