of spring things of snakecharmed sighs a ship trapped in bottle swirling ash i'll write you
of the whip and its longevity its horizon of loneliness and speakeasies
you're a sadeyed lie
kept here kept dying kept dusting eternally recurring in blue smoke real ether slowlike under pleasant roofs of nowheres spheres of imagine snow of huge stained glass factory windows of nightowls howling fakity in embrace moaning one true moon
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