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twas like a maelstrom with a notch that nearer every day kept narrowing its boiling wheeluntil the agonytoyed cooly with the final inch of your delerious hem and you dropped lost whensomething broke and letyou from a dream as if a goblin with a gauge kept measuring the hours until you felt theseconds weighhelpless in his paws and not a sinew stirred could help and sense was setting numb whengod rememberedand the fiend let go - overcome it was not death for you stood up and all the dead lie downit was not frostfor on your flesh i saw siroccos crawl nor fire for just your marble feet could keep achancel cool and yet ittasted like them all as if your sentence stood pronounced and you were frozen led fromdungeons luxuryof doubt to gibbets and the dead and when the film had stitched your eyes a creaturegasped retrieve whichanguish was the utterest then - to perish or to life for breath is warm and yours was all butdoomed nor dark surrounds for all the bells put out their tongues for noon and yet it tastedlike them all thefigures i have seen set orderly for burial reminded me of mine killed by the hypnoticbastard drowned inhis own sleep a god of useless meditation a carcass of the soul of man with fodder fromthe mouth of ages
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