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Tuesday, May 26, 2009

"Black Magic"

lips wet with your saliva

speak to you in dark rooms.

you are listless

you give somebody your hand
a concealed door twists open

you walk inside..

the orchestra plays on
rusty horns
the song of your life..

you dance

there’s a spotlight on you

you twist around

there is a skeleton 

holding your shoulder

you look into its

you drop to your knees

and spin deep into the floor

into a dark red crevice.

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