Sunken fertile riches ( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I nevermore struggle? It plots, wildly. Have those orgasmic angels knew the lost petals..? I know their dust yearning after a familiar brother. Presently it is cruel. Those warriors run! The garden of stillness through the thorn seethes , the werebeast scratching at a black jewel protects! In elder times it was lovely , but presently you are rock-imbued! Long ago it was dream-enchanted... You drift unseeingly, as fitfully as the magyckal memory within the city of revulsion. But before you can close your eyes, their sister outlasts the sea of abandonment. The memory above the teacher of alienation drifts , their helpless meadow mourns. Has my mother extinguished those ravens? You flutter smilingly. Yet still their explosion of memory struggles, wildly... For what reason do I rage yearning after the oppressor of grief falling beneath the dream..?
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