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Feb 2012
You, boy of dust & moths,
Listen closely.
I would know you,
oh how dearly I would wish to know you.
I am made of ink,
I am made of nepenthe.
I am an absinthe of sorrow,
& there are none
to drink me dry,
to fill that glassy chasm
with words.
*"hello."
Kyne
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Kyne
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