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Aftermath
AS (20 Nov.1950 / Yerevan, Armenia)

Aftermath

Poem By Aram Stefanian

Death placed you in his ebony citadel of nullity;
No ray of sunshine can penetrate a stygian void.
Neither alive nor dead, you're choking with ferocity,
A grudge against merciless fate turns you into a paranoid.
You're in phantom pain, powerless to recover from demise.
To abide in the comatose eternity till hell freezes over
Is your only chance, yet from the dead you hope to rise
To give a passionate kiss to your missing adored lover.
At 6 a.m. Mary Lou awoke to find a hickey on her neck.
She had a nightmare about being bitten by a vampire
That reminded her of her late boyfirend Derrick.
She thought she heard him say, ''Baby, I'm in hell, on fire.''
''You left me high and dry, '' she said, ''I'm gonna make a T-stick.''

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