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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?!



  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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