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Glazed marble that smiles,
Modern art on sleek
Surfaces who deny sleep.
A cold embrace
Forever frozen
Made of rude chairs
Mocks me.
Muses died not,
Stalking pity
Yet so pretty
Out! Out, brief neon!
Save it for the priest
Of unsacred ground.
Take me by the hand.
Lead me to the altar.
The wax may not burn,
As my innards sear
And my scoliosis proceeds.
Oh Death, this is my future urn
The awaited release I yearn.
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Manlio Valenza is an aspiring writer and publisher lost in the liminal space between thoughts and words, studying the old masters, and always searching for new talents.
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