under yellow den of curls
a scar from lip to temple
purple rope across his cheek
the one-eyed cupid squinted
with a veteran’s wry contempt
and wagged a fleshless finger
before his uptorn leeching
mouth at me as I saw him
hiss wir wussten ja von nichts
a scar from lip to temple
purple rope across his cheek
the one-eyed cupid squinted
with a veteran’s wry contempt
and wagged a fleshless finger
before his uptorn leeching
mouth at me as I saw him
hiss wir wussten ja von nichts
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