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Nepenthean’s Day
Within the darkest end of being
Twixt the void of birth and death ,
All within one horrid day –
Of breath !
Wherein such impassive bides -
Ere nothingness , rends thy thrall
Of everlasting desolation –
As lucid falls .
And thus unfurls thy yester morrows
Where dark , nor light imbues ;
Immured by prior’s consciousness -
A nonexistent queue …
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11-9-14
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Nepenthean`s Day
Nepenthean`s Day
