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11:11pm

4.22pm: I grow horns

something biblical, perhaps

rather unspectacular

9.44pm: the thirst for annihilation,

it consumes

shards of broken stars

11.11pm: one two three, we wish

for hedonistic dissolution

or love

2.31am: I can taste the salvation

the church had promised me

it tastes like copper coins

between my teeth

4.54am: a cherubim holds my hand

be not afraid,

little one

I do not speak Enochian

6.16am: le soleil se lève

alas,

my shadow is asleep


-DW

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