in god played undeath skips wildly disintegrating
tulips
           sighing from the curtain of stars
hung loose
                    and laughing indescribably
immortal, f
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               tuitous   of immobile light: a coma

from within belches the overlong trench of mucous silky
  a
n              d                             festering.    in my mortal stillness
clasp the cold birds of winter, wings magistrating the currents
of first frost and

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