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in: the air of an uncertain future, promises flecked with asbestos, the damp reek of decades, miasma of unreliable memories, and a handful of letters still scented with perfume and the sorrow of youth out: fug of phantom phosphorus, blackened byproducts of spontaneous combustion, mist of mitochondria fat with adenosine triphosphate, spittle laced with particles of prayer too fine to find the ear of one who might answer, translucent corpses of this moment, and this one, and this, forever and ever (amended to whatever time is left in the mechanisms of these lungs), glory, glory, halitosis.
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