Catch-22

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In twilight yet burning aflame
mistified by the sun's reigning -
the atmosphere wanes in my woe,
tumbling thunderous 'gainst my soul
it collects an uncommon cold,
infused with lukewarm and extreme,
what forecast would reel this disease?
drowning, then floating, in betweens
breathing blue on Pluto's plateau.





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