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Her Attempt

Posted in villanelle by maggie on 2009/05/12

Her craft betrays the basest of her urges
exposing to plain gossip her attempt
to sanitize her sins with daily purges.

An ancient incantation's power resurges,
her own grip on her voices to preempt.
Her craft betrays the basest of her urges

to purify the word with sanguine scourges.
Doesn't she look holy, so freely pimped?
To sanitize her sins with daily purges,

dry ice works the mystery that emerges
to crawl the streets the gods before her limped.
Her craft betrays the basest of her urges

for baptism bathed in drunken lusty splurges,
the red hair inside her head uncleaned, unkempt.
To sanitize her sins with daily purges,

her morning prayers are sung like somber dirges.
Each itch is surrendered.  No itch is exempt.
Her craft betrays the basest of her urges
to sanitize her sins with daily purges.

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