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spoken entropy and waining shadow
the crescent of you shoulder, the reflection
popular stares and the small grow weary
dream some and wake for air, last pleasure
your neck and scent, high brow and low profile
skinny dwarves traverse towards the light
the table shakes the chairs fall
confused and lost in the darkness
the makings of film noir and vaudeville
drop your ears and leave the heart where it lies
the things you speak i despise
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