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Burnt Offerings

You've lost me
within myself,
to levitate
within acidic clouds.

They're pungent
as old worn socks;
oh, bitter bride at the alter,
euphoric as
death's calm.

A need whirls, swirls
in desperation
and I float
within this coma
of burnt offerings.

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