Opium Den

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Poetry
A subtle line,
Some purple tinge
Over dark eyes -
A violet fringe

A yawn,
And hush,
All bored -
To death

Good Lord!
That cat
Short thread -
Long view

Along, 
Strung,
A mouse -
Blue dream

Three long,
Long seconds
To cut
That string

The thread’s
All loose
The mouse
Ran off

To the opium
Den,
The cat…
Snoozed
On!

A yawn,
And hush,
That den -
All fluff

The silver 
Death,
All smooth -
Gold cuff

A silent curve,
Some purple tinge,
Three long, 
Long seconds,

That opium
Dream

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