infants of night.
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if every conversation
in the world began with
a kiss...would there be
less war?
would the infants of
night sing sweeter in
their cradles of doom?
i've seen love wishing
on a sacred star before!!
(but also weep her
guts out at the moon.)
so many cowards now..
screaming of revolutions
yet afraid to lift one
revolutionary finger..
to set the world aflame.
how do they sleep I
wonder?
(likely on piss-stained
beds of Secret Shame.)
my love is different.
beginning (with burning
lips) a dialogue between
every heart and a constantly
expanding universe...
(and the infants of
doom are whispers
now.)
j.s.h.
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