I am dry
Not enough knives
and dismembered bodies
on the altar of the angel
Too little hurling of blood-soaked roses
into the daimon's dark abyss
Dry
Passion all leaked into the sands of the desert
Deserted
Dry
No loco parentis
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Written just before the Wellsprings opened
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