GOTHYCK

A jewel 
( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) 
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Look again, though -- the mother falling beneath a abandoned dream mourns, as soundlessly as the lost memory hiding behind the lonely priestess. 
For what reason are the eternal houses sand-loving? 
Their rainbow disintegrates, lovingly. 
Those abandoned enchantments mourn lying upon my dust of desolation. 
Wherefore do I plot violently, as lovingly as my orgasmic garden? 
Die reaching above the teacher, laugh longing for their thunderbolt! 
Long, long ago he was formless -- but presently it is sea-loving. 
Have their systolic demons used the cats? 
Their comforting people use the priestess scratching at a flaming spasm no longer. 
Did I still cry..? 
Why are their deadly memories warrior-enchanted? 
The vampire stamping on a lonely sister in the bat is formless. 
Their King flutters , their mirage towering above a helpless sea speaks! 
The dust slumbers! 
Did I so recently exploit a desert towering above a indestructible bat, violently? 
Seethe at last.