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stepping in, left and right.
right as wrong can be.
in the ether coagulant spins
into a frothed beard.
a hopeful thought can pass
but may not move further than
these bricks.
wrongfully yours might contain
the smoke of a spirit.
rises from the collar as steam.
it is freed.
splash through this ether
where there is no path!
no corners to cache from
darker pits of mindfulness.
no, this place is not haunted.
this place is dangerous.

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