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Up The Flue

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The phantom pendulum do, slowly,
a river of rhythms pulsating
the fabric of your flesh
whispering softly.
Of longing and desire
a flickering fire…
cocktail of belonging,
unbridled in the heat.
As you surrender,
every breath is hushed,
lost in the intoxicating silence,
flying up the flue.

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