精華區beta poetry 關於我們 聯絡資訊
This is for your leaving tomorrow morning— The bed, the sacred altar. The war prayer The cannon soldier The wall cracker Houses of inscribed bones, torn down. Central city: Fumes of incense, sanguine, And walk like clouds. He does not worship you, you are the lamb. You’re gonna be the Ritual. You’re gonna be the Oracle. You’re gonna be the Religion. You’re gonna be the Goddess. You do not go onto that Bed. -In Memory of...- -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 114.41.25.184
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