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...ghosts, stretched and thin...

  ...ghosts, stretched and thin, slide between myself and the barrier, as I search for an opening, a gate, a door, a memory, something that will let me through to the other side, towards the void...

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the slender ghosts of gods...

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love be bittersweet...

he spoke to me in blisters...

he was dark venom...

i walk within my own rhythm...

everyone wants a piece of me...