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[This is the complete library of draft poetry by Hayden Veil. Part of it can be found in more refined form in the published works by Hayden Veil, listed below]

the final day

On the final day,
our penultimate
masquerade. Is
there space for
them, in their
buttoned jackets;
coats of arms;
layered dreams
of old; and
charm?

HXmXn – pXrtXd

In the name of the King!

Open this door or

Bleed

as the axe swing

back or forth

You whore!

Filthy scum a snake

of two

Those lips of yours

will soon be

parted

Scorned – Tattered – Bereaved

Serpent rising

Hammer pounding

Your last desire

My morning glory

Our flesh their own

Story

Run fat boy, run

Weakest of the thirteen

Not even the crash bungs

Could keep him safe

Forcing the knee down

Scratching the pad

Until the rubber let go

He flew

Before gravity took hold

and mother’s embrace

became

final

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The exact nature of the binding was unknown to him but it was likely to involve time shifting and image distortion. He would never have agreed to be born into such a mess voluntarily

Excerpt from The Chronicles of the Man Who Confused Time (via circle-no-10)

Master ( )*( ) – Eyes of Fire

Master of P*ssy

Unchained; clean

The 8; black as black

The tounge; circles

finding your deepest

desire.

Master of P*ssy

I do not claim

I do not desire – titles

only your sex induced

eyes of fire

Soundgardening

I am also one of them

sorry; but not apologetic

tearful; but no saying goodbye

smiling; without the face showing

crying; sans tears and the

betterment of feelings

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