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straight lined in red rows, hunter-eyed, dreaming, tied up and hunched over, descending cold stone steps with long hair covering dark eyes, wearing white robes turned bloodshot from trampling and memory severing feeding deep roots of fierce hearts buried centuries ago by ancestors who grew lightbeams in backyards of space-time in black and white old photos tangled in bike wheels racing downhill into rich worlds of ether vapors channeling kingsmanship melting like sugar into servitude on tongues cutting each moment into gasping wounds swallowing gold coins and eyelashes dropped from a mourning night sky