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words
and lights
always
shining & spinning
in my head
and I can never
close my eyes
I can never remember the wandering Jew
In the cold.
In sleep.
screams
and lights
in the darkness+
when the dead comes
with yesterdays bells
for me
I must go

however
quiet .

and your angels
will be jealous
glowering
while dead ladies
dance spinning
black petals
in my resting
place








I will leave
no memories
please burn
after you read this.









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