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imagination that move with keyholes and doorpaths shuttered strained before brink wall stained knuckles bonebloodraw rapping on the full grain wood splinters shattered propped open scarlet maw i have no scream and i must mouth hunchback this dream shuffler somnambulist backward walk crabbed fingers twisting old folk songs into rhyme spindle spinning yarns they weave into lies don't look. suture my eyes and pass the scrying bowl filled with her moon and ask me for secrets again
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