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Scouring, the unmarked silences―

Completely eaten up by coherent light;

Not reaching somewhere, I was not today,

In the dust from the dust. I will see your

Ask the queen of night, who was more brutal

In a moment of panic-

Moon was mixing the colors. The black hole does not exist.

The dots, million times, like fire ants.

Leave your seminal expression with minimal

You are brain-dead with amnesia