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Wrong Side of Life

Between the eyes and veil of Twilight's philosophy  
in pages of my mind held in escrow. With a scent of  
chicanery dripping from the quill playing ink spots
pirouetting like shadows. Sipping slowly from an  
Absinthe minuet. Listening to static on the radio  
speaking to the chowder. As if scarabs in my dreams
chained to the canes in the cloned fields of  
Purgatory. Waiting on Charon's Love Boat. Holding on  
to the wrong side of life, gone fishing.
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