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ago on the night
burning rivers of ink
flowing through the veins of those who linger
the gates of nothingness
Blood black to taste suffers
A herd of horses and voices singing in Gypsy
overlapping barriers insomnia
the flickering flame of a pupil
A sharp strokes with a light scratch
Ebony
A large open mouth
drinking the sacred fire
In these silences soot
She hears all the evils rales
muted
all words pinioned
silent
children that are killed ruthlessly in
egg just hatched
(Painting: maria-d)
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