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If There Is An Exit

the shadow of a thought from the staff of Satan


held aloft in the light of a dying reminiscence


a straight line curls off the tip of the tongue


ganapatri swings the fountain spitting flowers


the light from a crystal spit shined and placed

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never was there such a hand beneath the sin play to the part of the devil's grinning twas there such a death as to it

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