Liturgy
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This goldforge isn't empty
I scan my face for stars
This shekel made of heartwire
I am unscathed
My frame unsheathed

Dragons broke into my eyes
And stole my teeth
I stamped my way across the gallery of grief

The skin is falling through the apple
The clocks are closing down
The valuables are wrapped in cashmere
Spiders laying hands

Dragons flew into my eyes
And stole my teeth
I heaved my way across the helium
And charged the fleet
Cauterize my nothingness
And heal my quads
Rasterize the doctor
Prowling through the desk
Invading my caress

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Haela Sophia in the sky
Time forgives the climb
Through craggy paradigms
And jagged crimes