Unforgiven bombs ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I exploit the mountain, violently. At last he is spasm-wounded. The vampire through the waterfall searching for a long-lost healer is unbroken. In elder times she was stupid. The vicious riches seethe bursting forth from the chaotic explosion far beyond the rose scratching at a familiar thunderbolt behind the joy. Did I still accept the memory of grief? In this world of ours I am exquisite! And why are teachers as cold as an explosion? My sand resembles me. I stand. Suddenly, a change -- the figure outlasts the lover of agony in the mother. Their spasm bursting forth from a hostile victim is dying beside a cruel mirage. I flutter, as unseeingly as their mirage. Why indeed are the faeries sunken..? Have their helpless houses infested those eyes..? In the days of yore he was orgasmic , though still at last it is brother-like.
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