Impossible Blue Countess

There is an impossible blue countess

leching in my fear mongering back yard.

See the heartbroken morning writhe in chains.

Noon is a brutal master.

Lovers are knives,

moan low in noon light.

Cold is curious-

Travels everywhere

Like this royal blue nobility of consciousness

pontificating on cold betrayal.

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