The flower of virginity weeps,
lapping at waves thirstily.
One horn is enough to penetrate
the fortress of a glass heart.
And water will always flow uphill
into embraces. Weep noisily,
you dying flower, drink deep.

Philip Kane

~ by londonsurrealistgroup on January 17, 2012.

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