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the fantasm and the flame

I rest
under breathless,
weeping skys

with sculls in my closet born of iniquity

heavy burdens to weigh my neck

my hollow eyes play in fields of hidding sorrows

where my soul tastes the sting of strangling,
half-weeping smiles

and my life is opaque and dead

a fantasm for the sword

a heart for the flame

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