Eyelash lashes.

Eyelash lashes.

Alexander Ziperovich

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Corneal inflictions ruinous mentions,

Ride the phantom with misted glasses,

BLACK out the pain and let it drain from your ashes.

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The bedlam in the crematorium smells of saffron,

Soul on a kebab,

Made and make to crack them.

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Youth falls like leaves from oaks,

Split you in the cedars until you’re jaundiced and choked,

Hope but you won’t.

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