tritran
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« Thread Started on Jun 23, 2009, 11:58pm » | |
The sharp, crescent moon of autumn plowed into my aorta,
Wounding each red and white corpuscle.
London wept endlessly for me in silence,
And the indigo Thames became empty ever since.
Piccadilly Circus had ceased singing early,
Darkened before noon by the bitter, lingering fog of the summer;
Nelson stood high on his column, dripping his sad tears for me to lick.
Here on foreign soil, I lay, waiting for the hearse to take me back to divine lawn.
The last tango had been performed by her royal highness for me to watch;
Now, in her candlelit bed room, she cradled my lonesome soul,
Humming a long lullaby until it was soundly asleep.
And that day was the last day ever for the guards to change shift.
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