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A dumb copy of me. You were done for.

Sorcery comes handy when you start

I break myself today, angry with me,

You did not tell me― what did you want?

How not to feel the rapture of the deep

O Earth, today, standing on your bones

There were no regrets― from the life to lose the game.

Coming of age becomes temporal, when

The ache of taking a call, when my

I will keep on looking back, when you would