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quarta-feira, 4 de fevereiro de 2015
I thank God for the suffering
A scarlet whore
With both heels in the door
Of a heaven severed from me, insipid
And midst the writhe of parapets
Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Upon the lip
Only a slip from whence I beg Her
That I would wish
Her kiss a chrysalis
To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering