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The Fiddleback

Tags: dark, gothic

In my mind's cabal, where I play with arcanery 
a place where no one knows what is up there 
but the ink drips with my typos 
and my thoughts scroll a thunder.

As the fiddleback chasuble pushes dusk poncho  
of darkness screaming the Holy Communion
in my mind's cabal, where I play with arcanery 
and the clerics who heal my soul.

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