Nicholaus Patnaude Poetry Sayings

Nicholaus Patnaude Poetry Sayings

Nicholaus Patnaude

Who was this girl alone so late at night
in search of a faded cassette illusion to disembowel the clocks of time’s intrusion? Those eyes belonged to the most beautiful maniac I’ve ever met. Our love is a vine of entrails that can follow any coffin anywhere, no matter how deep any gravedigger might travel.

Nicholaus Patnaude

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Who was this girl alone so late at night
in search of a faded cassette illusion to disembowel the clocks of time’s intrusion? Those eyes belonged to the most beautiful maniac I’ve ever met. Our love is a vine of entrails that can follow any coffin anywhere, no matter how deep any gravedigger might travel.

Poetry, Death, Beauty, Insanity

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