No caldron broths…
This madness has me by the balls
It rocks me rolls me on all fours
In her petticoat; furors…
Loves entanglement, has no faults?
No culpability's, no caldron broths…
No angel—devils disguised as moths.
Love is a heat sensing, system.
A viper's nest... the colder one feels
The more is disgorged, the more
It is in a deep disequilibrium…
The more it repeals, conceals true ideals.
Loves entanglement, has no faults?
No culpability's, no caldron broths…
No angel—devils disguised as moths.
Love is just a heat sensing, system.
The more madness has me by the balls
It rocks me rolls me on all fours
In her petticoat; furors…
poem by Mark Heathcote
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