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a sadness it is so
over
time and with luck
we
meet the others of the dream
ghoulish
dreadful must we be
I
had a line and lost it
sleep
is the catastrophe
in
their own fun the elsewhere
open
a window, let the stillness in
here
fires yet to come
this
is the regular projection
all
conditions pre-existing
a
suddenness unseen
no
matter how they linger on
the
same death bed
where
we all say
just
getting started now
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