forms

form

in the zone

a face without

place or form

nails to grindstone

tooth for tooth

ashes to ashes

blessed be blasphemies

kissed upon night’s curtain

curtailed by wing of dove

in truth, there is never peace

only truce,

awaiting defeat

thrice damned

seven-fold avenged

scrape foam

from a pint

play another hand

life is demand

she’s got a doomsday tan

and apricot lips

a toe in the sand

gun in hand

in the zone

a place without

face or form

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