ligeia

Event Horizon
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2001-09-24 16:39:11 (UTC)

Speak I

And inside her dream the bombs of epiphany left red streaks
in purple daemons on her sky. The night rode black over
stars blooming beneath a turquoise sickle moon. Levatating
poppies glanced over their shoulders to witness a wasted
sunset. Then it faded to grey laced with diamond
unconsciousness.


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