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Will Mar 28

Scorn

Ale-fiend of a sky-
neatly blotted,
looking down
with sour
red
I

Will Mar 28

Darkling, folded in absentia,
Eye-wandering through incorporeal portals–

Now a smile,
heretical and broad
as her the sun’s lonely gates.