Abstraction #3561

Cinematophile despot will tell you his secrets.
She smokes narguile to make
chain clouds.
She changes her lovers' names.
She strangles expressionless little
squirrels.

Without sympathy

one is expected to
inquire:
was that due to special circumstances?
They speak in reverse.

There may be some interesting
                witch trials,
but, it is so loud and so bright,
that it seems we have already
missed everything.

Missed out on everything.

The curtain drops
very
      impossibly slowly
not in any way hurried by
            gravity
until it floats,      detached.
      Almost free.
         

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