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first cannibal after november blind to not be numb dream (four times) forgetfulness angel first morning laconic drown deep maidenhead milk this wake dark blue rotten scorpio little v. flea from me to you exit dry the lines left behind guilty sever desire falling slowly esperando dark spiral sparkle confetti bodies pound beats	this A candle blown out remains solid, wax frozen in drip perpetually ready to plummet to nothing but never going anyway. And where hot flame danced before, there's a waste of smoky dust floating going nowhere, just dissipating out of existence. 9/94	next >