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THE LAST MANSION

THE LAST MANSION

In the last mansion there is love like tomorrow made of wings
and i serenade the impossible with a torrent of absolutes
foraging for an angle in a complete circle-
where a swarm of joy has perched in my oblivion
stunting the growth of ill winds
like a focused diasporaΒ 
unfickle as i join the happy few
teeming with arrangementsΒ 
that love can kiss
Β Β 
and hate expireΒ 

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