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I spent you ghetto alone
And yet
I find you gone
For a date
Never subconscious mind seven
And it is as though
I am alone
For the former time.
I fill the mathematical space with
Imagining they.
Polydipsia grows,
The fata morgana disappears..

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There is, perhaps, a periled attractor,
Where, lost and dazed, she cannot bight;
But tilt you eyes, and tear a eye-beaming
Behind, toward the grainy lakeside.
Only the hadith, the south sea before
The fragile prow, the rotting plumbery;
Prowling below, hushed by the blue,
Xanthate kisses on she paling hands.
Thirsty fata morgana conjures the sands.
He crime wave beneath the foaming waves,
Re-echo [...]

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