Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Lethe's Drunkenness (1/5) Comments

Rating: 4.0

The sore thighs, spreading like Lethe's blood
Into the roots of soil, suckling the wine for future brood
Where drunkenness lies, quaking like supper before Emerald cheekbones
And ripened like memories of Dawn, rising beyond those dry thawing Dunes;
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Leon Moon
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Persuasive writing. " The fiery eyes reminding us of our poisonous cries"… a closing remark that gnaws at our brains…

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