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Might have held it for years coupled between palms

Sides adorned; thorny and slivered

They might yet hold this still thick and congealing

At the base of the prick point of entry

 This will be a one but never the other. Distance of words passage of here to forgotten

From there to not.

 Please please pleasing in crowns and gilded thinning in yearning of this.

They will in swallowing the marbled moon one day emanate the void

Not the godhead but a nothing in unrecognized being

An indigestion causing a  (w)hol(l)y  different voiding

 reintroduction of the division of night from night

Then two or more maybe hands clasping in slick red wet communion

Thought      word paper mouth                   disease

Prolific verbal exsanguinations

Leaving as proof of sensation

Must this in coming never arrive

            Forget description

Instead write great bloody words of destruction leaving jagged wounds in your wake