forget knocked
down from heaven
to hell — how about
one who remains
nestled inside
of an oubliette
fashioned
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| black bart liquorice gum |
by the kings
of purgatory
secluded
singular
silver cobwebs
adorn an aged
portal unaware
of travellers
close proximity
to a place
where memories
soar on the plumage
of humanities
bile & disgust
tragedy deems
opaque
window
nerve blockers
away from
any intrusions
— but not from
the most important
self-imposed
charcoal
attributes
of secrets
concealed
within the oblivious
versification
of a mad
woman
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