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reduction printa shot at two a.m. in the dark warped alleyways 80 proof but not bulletproof not fireproof the flames lick at the rapid streams of my sanity you turn your burning gaze upon me and i feel the flutter of butterflies not in my stomach but in my heart in the crystal jar that you hold and your sadistic eyes bore into my dull orbs as you tear off each delicate wing leaving behind limp bodies and an unnerving calm found only in the dead of December you shattered the gingerly beating prism dispersing shards of frozen mercury that have lost all luster fragments of an infinite grayreduction print


tuning discordi flew on the wings and will of Icarus too high with stale feathers and the molten wax of foolish aspirations plunged into reverie and let myself be stranded in sugarcoated looking-glass dreams blind to the catatonic cacophony hidden beneath and within the seductive symphonies my heart and mind have lost each other but You call softly to my sleepwalking marionette Your faint whispers reaching wooden ears incomprehensible, indiscernible, imperceptible with the lingering silent nothings that drown the fading voices the fleeting glimpses into Your heart i need sotuning discord
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Ithaca is (still) Gorges
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Ithaca is (still) Gorges
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