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Voices From the Gramophone
Seduced by shame's dark macabre
poetic intimacy with my quill's fob
With tortured hands of forbidden tomes
hearing voices from the gramophone
Lusting twilight's basket of opium figs
with a plum's note of a Cointreau jib
Boiling over stormy nights candelabra
in quarantines ominous silence alone
Of Mandarin leaves hanging from punjab
with to short a breath in monotone
Hearing voices from the gramophone
awakening to the raven's hobbler
poetic intimacy with my quill's fob
With tortured hands of forbidden tomes
hearing voices from the gramophone
Lusting twilight's basket of opium figs
with a plum's note of a Cointreau jib
Boiling over stormy nights candelabra
in quarantines ominous silence alone
Of Mandarin leaves hanging from punjab
with to short a breath in monotone
Hearing voices from the gramophone
awakening to the raven's hobbler
Published 5th Aug 2023
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