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| Апрель 1st, 2007

beneath the black unknown,
breathing slippery air
in the teflon limbo
between waking and dreaming.
with a whispering chant,
the ritual begins again.
bubbling…overflowing.
its sound pours forth from some invisible vessel
and serenades like red satin.
chained inside the physicality of conscious thought
…outside, a voodoo prince dances in the night.

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