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the page turns the blade pivoting over and over a single pointless point ice dancing with the catatonic living death terrible, terrible, terrible terribly bare of breath, the homeless vapors of some fleshless oblivion filling an endless silence of black fire spewing ashes of questions that exist no more cut off, soundless, voiceless without will, without reason, hovering there as placeless corpses smile with wicked delight embracing the night cut from the light falling, falling, falling, falling damn it! damn it! I'm still here stop catching me! can't you see I don't care? |
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| (C) Liorah Chanah Elishaba Tsabrah |
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