LUCIFERS KISS


Friday. Circa, A.D. 2015 London, England. Lucifer asked me for a hug. Characteristic of him, he kissed me; crawling into this fragile heart - a rubble home he made for himself, and his his many cohorts. Alas, i sit under the sway of the puppet master, singing blues Copyright 2015 \\ McDaniels Gyamfi

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Wide oceans our great divide Fettered soul sing Madiba blues Cascading effusion of emotions Cold feet stuck in a cold day Reminiscing thy warm chamber Tears, tears; thy beloved yearns Enchanted to be with you all day O' how I long to be with you Allured to thy chamber of intimacy Cold guilt nakedness thy... Continue Reading →

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