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Harpooning angels, reach out

for echoing contortion of darkness

reverse funerals, it's how my tribe opposes the death

trancelike, red-eyed, whiplash

Ishtar on slippery edges of seashores

rupture of Theresa,

keelboat sailed into the eye of the storm

gathering what is sacred in fishing nets , strangling in leashes

conjuring

to prolongate the midnight

in the whole wide region, within my claws’ grasp

Burning in depths like an effigy and like you shall

What an eerie warmth to be lured with?

the stretched rope

that will take us home - skyward

what an eerie warmth

from this lighthouse snuffed

And when the beacon is snuffed out,

what you follow is the trail of its smoke

and when the meaning of life dies

all you follow is the trail of its blood

And if you follow me, mind that

I'm heading towards the sea of thorns

and if you follow me, mind that

we're getting closer to the void

Witchcraft

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