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Cardinal Directions

No nearer nighttime. In my own arms I have nurtured the sweetest flagellation. Moth to inferno once more. Silver septum skin. She snaps from divine touch to sputtering projection. Roll credits where credit is due. Everything ends eventually. Her sanctified smile shines through tears, floods, inebriation. Just in time for happy unhappy hours. Where was wonder? I will delicately segment and untie her endless memory speck by speck. Until she is remade, removed, relived.

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