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Only a Mirror

How much is pure will
And how much is impulsive
The sediments of electricity
Feeds the nocturnal desires

Once was a lightning strike
Is now a gaseous moon
And filled with anticipation
Of a self-involved fetish

The weak magnet attracts granules
And pulls nothing of substance
I have prolonged my death long enough.
drunkenplaywords
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