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Phantom Baphomet
Wolf of the furthest winter
Swept up every crumb I've dropped
To someday find my way out
Eons of an ever melancholy
Slowly leaking out the mouth
Of the volcano
Wolf of the keenest heart
Preserved like slowly dying
Crysanthemums
Eons of the stretching tongue
Stuck tight to the stiffened winter
Long
