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Saturday, 7 August 2021

In death may we part.

There you are in the dark recesses of my mind
can't shake the danger signs, for dark edges shine
the insignificant lines of all that is mine
remembered only by time in this labyrinth run mine
in which I recline.
May death make me blind.
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