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Adagio Jul 3
In seance with the Ouija echoing  
of sins beneath the naked flesh  
wilding debauchery untold heart    

with the weight of unspoken words
each word drawn, breathless planchette
conjuring with the host

a truth buried in the forged darkness
with a tether worn harness to the dead      
whispering, "Hi de **"

— The End —