dark spots
on the horizon
spoken of
quietly
a present
disease
knocking
knocking
by mouth of
word the
truth be
tolled
a strict
coagulation
of virtue
and spite
hollow joy
con
verting rage
sky limit
whatever the
itch is be
ready to
scratch
poems, fireflies...
dark spots
on the horizon
spoken of
quietly
a present
disease
knocking
knocking
by mouth of
word the
truth be
tolled
a strict
coagulation
of virtue
and spite
hollow joy
con
verting rage
sky limit
whatever the
itch is be
ready to
scratch
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