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Thursday 12 March 2015

Darknymphs

Beneath the steel eyes of stars
They gather
about me,
whose voices
reek of fireflies
dead
glowing.

I try
to bury
the night
as it absolves
from its sleeves
all traces
of me
of you.
Apparition-thickened
the air is unbreathable
silent
I try to forget
my forgetting.

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