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Shucks
Down the darkest corridor
Prying eyes do peer
Opening like shudders
Letting in the world
And heavy does blue vision reek
Down darkness paling
Down color withering
Minerva cold with trembles
Weeping like a candle stick
And the third eye does rise
In one bald stare
In one bleating, bittersuite lament
The artist budding
And soon wilting
Down the darkest corridor
Down the deepest desert dawn
