my god, this pure chance-full night, you have opened with me, danced. i barely made a god, and laughed with you in the parler, we had a drink to our ripe sanity, and cursed the many triumphs that seemed like nothing then. it's a tru-fox, a vengeful lioness, dancing on my head, messing up my bed, playing me for dead. i will i will tag you without symbols without everything without you may be a mystery now but if i saw you then thru power of you own eyes i as body doesn't question blood, pourous ghosts shimmering metal praying without hands totally full.
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