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high and low
the best you'll find
is adversity

secrets to highest highs
lie hidden
not in purity

but the creeping black
of filthy skies
clings stickily
to searching eyes

so touch your lips
to tainted skin
that drapes the bones
and pulls so thin

whispered words
play little tricks
with my ears

tattered lids
hide sultry eyes
and poisoned tears

a little to
the pulling tide
send prayers to heaven
winds to ride

i scratch to pull
that halo down
and fill it
with a screaming sound

a little less
on divinity
puts me
one step nearer
depravity
perversity
adversity...


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