by Alexander Shacklebury
A frame for and from a seductive game:
His serpentwhispers
Her candytalking
With lies as bright as truth is seen
They play along the night’s arc
To the usual end:
To play differently, they think,
Would dictate another form
From:
Bryan Damien Nichols
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Bryan Damien Nichols
Last updated December 30, 2014