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The moribund minds, scabious in essence erased in the hated as love flows in - the decay draining life blood from my open arteries - dark crimson flow - the lips of the angel kiss the wounds and it heals - magickally cured - restored in a womb of amenity yet as she flies away and the vile life drains an innocent fly before it spawns not so innocent larvae that would consume the filthy rotten disease and flower into a scabbed winged thing that might fly in the same space and air I breath - in my new found exultation mitigated by purity - on my sweet relief flying with my contemporary wings and this novel song I sing - on beauty faithful and complete eternal and replete oh beauty angelic and discreet - My love flourishes in deed.