If I could wring
The dark from my brain,
What of the spark
Would remain?
The matter is grey.
Light itself is a stain
In the colourless flux
Of a winters day.
And this is the crux,
Echoed by the ruckus
Of juncos and crows
Sky in layers of clay.
THE MAN WHO CAN'T DIE
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GAHA: BABES OF THE ABYSS
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