false black dead wood with Pediatia,
fire Blaze
seen love-knots conversed with fig spirits
and cried shuddered answers.
There myself like a dishevelled You
the doll the words
in hell Sagana: seen / been deeds, conversed
thief Voranus pallor split: their elder tongues to Moon,
Hiding around, snake, Snake shrill
and doll wig, cruel Herbs on fire Blaze
the death noises As into scraped soil
with raven nails,
Then wig, Herbs, Canidia�s barefoot white
the false noises like wigs, Herbs and the trench,
tumbling blood as Julius, there,doll with you dead suppliant,Hec
black come wool pallor souls bursting Julius,
buried wax Hecate,
tall bits
November 02, 2006
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