Midnight Breaks

January 29, 2011
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The procession took
Place, a quarter to
Hours of our lonely
Midsummers dream

Of nights
Filled with respites
And ultimate dreads

Drunken men
Stoned, their backs to the wall
With this
The pale autumnal procession

A celebration of deaths
Blissful madness
Age occur
The universal dawn

Cathedral hall
Staked up high
White pinned
Vacant wall

Lady Madame
The finest of them

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