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Giving my regards to the thin man in my dreams,

twilight spills, like a plumage of dark ink spreading

forming a slick sticking to the night's memoirs

and periwinkle sky.

Draped in black, like a crow leaving no token

playing Aces to one eye jacks with death

being my wild card, reflecting off the straight edge

like a plumage of dark ink spreading, dripping.

Written by Adagio
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