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| Transpired Instances by � wetzelbill He stands In an infinitesimal space in Time Solitary in obviated attachment Crashed, collapsed struck by a slant The coruscation Off flaxen filaments and fair bleached Consummation Holds a moment, second of eternity with An ocular glance locked into one This twinkling He convicted had no conception to Sentiment Held by forlorn clowns in illusions Where stars dream and people shine In Illumination Of transpired instances when for One Juncture he observes a simper holding splendor Causing the ardent thirst he searches to quench |
