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Wednesday, August 24, 2005
astral naught

Freezing deleriums
Brokenly chipped
Asking permission
Skating to flip

Turning my heart to the razor-edged slice
Emptied of trying, aching to stop
Taking the blow to t he back of my neck
The chop of lost dreams, the destruction, the pop

Crystallized in a gaze
My salvation
Arose

Malinov


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