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Jean-Baptiste and the EmeraldJean-Baptiste and the Emerald RiverJean-Baptiste and the Emerald
One Sunday that vague turn-of-the-millipede Summer, Jean-Baptise mislaid his opinion in an antique diamond egg cup he had inherited from his aunt. One of those aunts that are rich as triple chocolate cake and live in murky houses that smell of over ripe fruit, woodworm killer and lavender. He felt ambiguous; soft-boiled and as though he would taste of crab meat seasoned heavily with vanilla, pepper and rose oil, had someone had the inexplicable urge to eat him. He almost hoped they would, as his sat in the park in a creaky wicker chair, slate stained from nights spent alone with the rain. He tu
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SirenSirenSiren
Tempest girl of chaos eyes Sweep me away into your night Into your dawn of crystal skies Scream my soul to shards of light Dream my life to spectral white Uncreate the yearning inside Instigate my demons to cry Annihilate my wrong, my right Lull me away
By and by Let me sleep a while Beside Your raging Raving
Scintillating Lullaby storm Tonight
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HadesHadesHades
She is.
I write that much. Then my mind freezes. The pen poised in space above the paper.
She is.
There are no words. There are too many words. None seem to arrange themselves in the right way for her. She moves like weeping willow wisps in a warm spring breeze, when nature is feeling benevolent. Before neurosis sets in. Before wind and rain grow frustrated at Spring’s intangible, candid beauty and begin a feud to win her heart, sometimes forming a blood brotherhood to destroy her together, to annihilate the hope that keeps them alive; an alienated suicide.
But Sprin
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The Mad Lovers' SongThe Mad Lovers’ SongThe Mad Lovers' Song
She thought she saw a poet With languid azure eyes: She looked again, and found it was A boy who’d lost his soul. "I’ll help you on your quest," she said; But he thought that she lied.
She thought he saw a princess That wove him nets of glass: She looked again, and found it was The image of his heart. "The one thing I regret," he said, "Is that this is incest!"
He thought he saw an exit From his solitude: He looked
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