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--- J E F F R E Y   A L F I E R

To vent incendiary eves
coursing in my veins, Divines summon 
foreboding images that ghost
upon the Cities of the Plain.

Yet too much breath has been emptied, accusing man's hourless blood. For what is this epithet 'soul' but a star's vaulting ambition?

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