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my noir apotheosis
AlchemiA

my banal original
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left ordinary impressions
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on the surface of your eyes; stanzas you couldn't
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get out of your mind playing carpe diem
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chasing your memories romantically
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while you held fast to recognized patterns,
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you'd say anything with a cigarette
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hanging from your lip: tempus fugit
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those wisps accent your spent look;
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something frozen, dead winter,
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caught by the Sun, melted, a haze of steam
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rising nostalgically with redolent regret
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9 May 17


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