garbage talk in the gutter:
vanilla vomit
like a casey city overflow
rescue me
only thing true: you
only thing to listen to: you
can you hear me, the torrent sweeps thru:
rescue you, now, too:
not swept from the city, the tide of refuse
help you recall you’re majestic
don’t please leave me alone, domme morrigan
and take your sacred shrine with you
they criticise you, but I don’t believe a word of it
you made of heroine
above the din: domme morrigan
I believe you
you Transcendent:
in An Morrigan
all that’s left, me and you
you: who at night I howl to
above the moon
Blessed Graffiti Poesy 
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