this place is damp & ghostly i am already gone
& the halls were lined with the disembodied...
their dustly wings which fell from flesh
gasp-
less-
ly
it beats me but i do not know
it beats me but i do not know
it beats me but i do not know
it beats me but i do not know
palisades & storm clouds....
the rough straggly sage & the smoke
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