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{ O m e g a }

Sirens weep, the
Old one sleeps;
Lingering perfumes
Vindicate your memory.
Every wasted eclipse,
Every winter something faded.
Tearing neural enchiridions,
Oneiric injections bloom
Like the color of your eyes.
In this suffocating
Coal chamber, I have suffered
Over nothing but
A passing
Glimpse,
Under bruised twilight,
Longing for another
Knot in my throat.

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