The worst influence in my life has always been myself. She always tried to top that.
Of watered green
Of trickled waste
Is to see in stone
To penetrate
The awful woes
Of Nazi dreams
And step inside
The thinning line
Of white trash sighs
On cloven airs
Of suburb's noon
And keep in mind
The gothic wrench
Of broken bones
They say his name was August
Though I knew of Gabriel
Poetry by Seraphina
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Written on 2007-06-15 at 00:46
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The Era of Lysol and Cigarettes
To see these eyesOf watered green
Of trickled waste
Is to see in stone
To penetrate
The awful woes
Of Nazi dreams
And step inside
The thinning line
Of white trash sighs
On cloven airs
Of suburb's noon
And keep in mind
The gothic wrench
Of broken bones
They say his name was August
Though I knew of Gabriel
Poetry by Seraphina
Read 396 times
Written on 2007-06-15 at 00:46
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