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| My violets� blood falls at the feet of your tree-strained body i can�t hold the fragile pulse of reality your hand�a slash in the sky incessantly breaks my voice into droplets of crystal swallow forever spinning coils of silk in a cell vaulted like a sky i try to stroke the eel shiny with tongues of fire stroke the eel shiny slippery with hands of water�but your hand is a slash in the sky �and in infinite eyes dissolves a promise of violets' seas to drown the cobbled road of reason Forever spinning coils of sleep i can�t hold the fragile pulse of reality |
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