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I am rigor mortis now (part one)


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My head is, an inch, near a loop
Of a hanging rope,
A tear is, on a verge of my eye,
Upon slipping.

My soul is ruggedly drying as an
Oat bread
Ascending its fragments with
Umbel's nectar to

The lunar heaven.

I begin to swallow my breath,
My heart started lisping, my skin prickling
With reflections of the day,
The noons open their mouths
With every mourn lament.

I haunt myself down as I usurp death,
I took his power when my chin touched
The indelicate halter.

I am rigor mortis now.


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