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grams of silence
weighted in the slender arch
the palm prior paths
Octavius's oath hastened
on light glistened gurney

the slim lines translucent
like serpents rising
administer
admittance

pinch me
I'm alive
fighting

buried in the gauze
realms
and fog mines

the tile mazes
while the minatour
waits draped in flesh
in his seat
adorned with
the sheen of season
crisp in its turn
twinkling like a beacon
dry coughs
and television echos
subdued off the ceiling

Diacetylmorphine
like midway butterpopcorn
the darkness takes wings
in the bulbs seething
in heavy winds

tempest of pain
sleeps
tremors slow

while outside
the city twinkles
in the distance

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