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where my spine divides �the hemispheres.

intaglio'd and parfumed � � �
egoless- � � �
watching auguries � � �
drape over the � � �
remains of a charred � � �
late evening � � �
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implacable gravity � � �
...the hourglass tilts� � � �
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bones of the gods � � �
lay perpendicular on my � � �
plate; � � �
sips of bourbony � � �
oblivion� tea renders � � �
vulnerable �breaths, the � � �
lament'd and et al sought � � �
desires dances within its � � � �
steam � � �
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a patchwork�d shaw to � � �
gauze cold-flesh of my � � �
shoulders while a � � �
small � � �
bonfire burns abstracted � � �
by Autumn hues � � �
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i ponder ... � �
whats beyond the balcony � � �
rails of bronze- � �
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