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His hands are shaking, heâs day dreaming a tragedy.
Iâm losing sensibility.
The violet backdrop, it ebbs, the demons overhead this night,
they burn like fireflies- steadily mad.
The churches are screeching,
He is of ichthyosis. Patches of roses in the fire,
their thorns.
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