The Glory Hole

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You ask me, curiosity but I’m silent
A knight in her nightie violet
Oh - oh so fucking vibrant
Like a choir, with chores of whores for migrants
This migraine sits a helmet, not even a crown
Less mother then earth, earthed where I’m bound

Ash blows, splinters shift
Wars begin and I’m always sent to the head of this

No name most times
No departure needed

I wish that sometimes I was the hand with the glove that bled what it feeded

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