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OdradekConsume my heart away; sick with desire. And fastened to a dying animal. It knows not what it is; and gather me. Into an artifice of eternity. Thursday, April 12, 2018. There is grey in the blood of day. And the day is dying – wounded snows. Lace and scar the horizon and tracks. The lead into the white woods. Stop just dead of the woods. Night is falling like a blue blanket. Flapped out over white sheets –. Soon the lights will dim and only. The fading inscriptions of crows. Will remain on the ****** snow.
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