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Shh...
Giving my regards to the thin man in my dreams,
twilight spills, like a plumage of dark ink spreading
forming a slick sticking to the night's memoirs
and periwinkle sky.
Draped in black, like a crow leaving no token
playing Aces to one eye jacks with death
being my wild card, reflecting off the straight edge
like a plumage of dark ink spreading, dripping.
twilight spills, like a plumage of dark ink spreading
forming a slick sticking to the night's memoirs
and periwinkle sky.
Draped in black, like a crow leaving no token
playing Aces to one eye jacks with death
being my wild card, reflecting off the straight edge
like a plumage of dark ink spreading, dripping.
Published 28th Apr 2023
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