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Gossamer Hour
03:06
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A livid dance to deafening steel, to the sound in whispers that release once we are dead. They’ll be done with this world; till then, they’ll thirst for the sun.
Slaver views are typical of porcelain-headed men. Their brave pursuits aren’t critical of anything. In sunlit homes and roads swarmed with ants, blackened and thronged, clouds abscond from mouths. Sapphire lords with cataracts will always see in shades of uncolor.
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Wax Language
04:09
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Burn everything and each other, all at once in all directions! I am the nagging taste of ash in the tongues of lost mothers!
Careless throes and endless woes scourge throughout garroted throats that open for more faint voices—stunted remorse and invisible letters for bygone ghosts and dead lovers. Then The Violent Vessel with many faces finally chose its ugliest shell. Why is it only now, first across years, that you looked at its face in disgust, like aesthetes without eyes.
In this time, on another day, we’ll shine and elucidate this life. On another day, we’ll expire.
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Fever Fawns
03:10
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In flashes of vigorous moments, breaths of arcing grace; In its absence, I’m aching for the light. I can’t kill what’s lifeless to begin with.
I could never get emotional enough. My means to breathe will never be enough.
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Downer Party
02:53
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Cut my leg off just once more so I could stay and waddle in your stagnation; cells within cells within cells without souls unmoved in long nights just to long for blessed nights. In all honesty, I wish I could be more and to be just like you—with all limbs intact so I would finally have the means to walk off a cliff or push you into it.
The tide’s unkind; I’m bearing down on barricades and yet you are passing through hidden doors—elysian, unobscured, and only seen by you.
I want to take all the things that make you happy.
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Omega Station
05:55
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Black on blisters and sutured futures once wrong now relived in tangible, sullen glow. Blinding glitters that numbed us from the fall now in collection to regress once more.
A seditious plan, to stay far from you. But your gaze is as far as I can go.
Our father who art in an ivory tower, once in long slumber. Its stench seeping through annulled bodies; the anima of an old god in the lungs of thousands. Cardinal coasts are of our hands; in its audience, I’m as cruel as you, but I’m a coward.
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