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Snake eyes glare at heaven
through sinful music
drunk on the idea
of taking
everything away from it.
cigarette smoke pointing
through night skies
high on paint
war paint,
ready for a century of war
Smiling behind the fabric
of elegant clothes
drunk on a nervous shiver
in a nervous system,
in the winter of our discontent.
Solemn, I wait
for sorrows to dissolve.
Sober. Sinking.
Glaring at the skies one last time,
fingers locked on an atom bomb,
before the flames engulf it.
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