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Slip Mickey
Life has torn [wings]
And driven him like a nail
Into the cold ground.
The images of ghost lovers
Can eclipse the sun
And raise eternal winters
Abyssum abyssum invocate
She would unravel herself
Like a mummified corpse
And they would kiss.
She kept her true self
Somewhere outside the tomb, and
He was left to copulate with bones.