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Phobia. As it occurred. Earth was being spread

Fear returns to glass jars. The generic gap

The leaning neck of the moon, getting

In shadows of dawn, there was no theme―

A blood retreats― through the gift of tears.

Trying to understand the impossible, I will

In memoirs, I send you my poems,

Do you know my love, where the road ends

Dying was not worth living. Your journey

Decoding the love which will not do us