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i can’t see what i need to sing
ink chalice begone the intimate clock
so very purple mist in the
deepest chambers of my archived heart
i can’t
reverse explosion for template eyes
can’t see
mirrored orange obliviated
can’t speak like
a ghost turns to ice on the screen
all favors churning up mud
with a skull turned to sugar
with a tongue like dragon smoke
dancing across a crowded beach
mechanical grail drowning slivers of mind
i can’t sing anything
but this

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