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Voices in the dark like Spring-heeled Jacks , run down a grimy slate roof into a filthy gutter filled with the tears of Saint Sophia . ☆ Dust , dirt , insects and the remains of dead forget-me-nots , the only images left to a diseased mind . ☆ They run over and over in geometric perfection , ☆ a cataclysm of holes . ☆ ☆ ☆                        2 No light for his lantern , hope forsaken gloom , then run down tormented avenues to an empty field , under the moon of Mars in September  . ☆ Under blood red stars , without truth or meaning , the tower of his wasted dreams , and the chimeras of his past , gather now around and begin casting lots .
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Oct 16, 2024
Oct 16, 2024 at 6:13 AM UTC
The Tears of Saint Sophia
Voices in the dark like Spring-heeled Jacks , run down a grimy slate roof into a filthy gutter filled with the tears of Saint Sophia . ☆ Dust , dirt , insects and the remains of dead forget-me-nots , the only images left to a diseased mind . ☆ They run over and over in geometric perfection , ☆ a cataclysm of holes . ☆ ☆ ☆                        2 No light for his lantern , hope forsaken gloom , then run down tormented avenues to an empty field , under the moon of Mars in September  . ☆ Under blood red stars , without truth or meaning , the tower of his wasted dreams , and the chimeras of his past , gather now around and begin casting lots .
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Sydney Australia
Oct 16, 2024
Oct 16, 2024 at 6:13 AM UTC
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