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March 13, 2005

Celebration of agony and death

Filed under: Sojourn — Tags: — Raja @ 10:18 AM

Living the last few days of my life.
No touch of human hands,
flies caress my face.

My fang has a touch of blood
Of her, who
Has kept my pubic hair
In a vault

The lovely-breasted gals
Don’t cry. Do they?

ever wondered —
Can one third blood
And one third tears
Make two thirds happiness?

Now that I’ll die
What will happen to my lust?!

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2 Comments »

  1. this poem left me speechless, thoughless and immobile for 100 seconds……
    no further comments!

    Comment by Phoenix — March 3, 2005 @ 1:13 PM

  2. Why can’t you separate lust from your writings? 😦

    Comment by Anonymous — May 22, 2005 @ 11:40 PM


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