You Need Not Know This Name
By Loneliness is condescending •
An array of flowery words
Scented with fragrant lies
All I say is end
All it means is death
With Persuasion on the lips
And convection in the whispers
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April 21, 2006 18:41lost the lonely dead
it amuses me