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September 30, 2022
By Anonymous

celestial pixies kiss the sky.


fog like lotion on my skin;

tepid winds drift,

reminiscent of snuffed candles.


i close my eyes but see the same:

a painting etched in black-tar blood,

each stroke – a different story.


with silver guild tears,

agony pierces my new flesh,

and the night cries out to me.



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