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Swallow me, leaden sky, |
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Wrap me into your grey sunlight |
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I have never been as impenetrable as you |
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I have never sung for dead angels |
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I admire the haunted horizon |
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I join a chaotic torrent |
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I am a provenance, |
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I see the pores of the earth's skin |
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And I saw the insects gnaw sleeping ones |
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Recognizing strangeful structures, |
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Creating naked writhing sculptures |
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Under fundamental layers... |
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I saw the inner worlds fall |
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Like grains into the abyss, |
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Their melting auras still shimmer |
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Somewhere behind all borders |
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Coming down into my narcosis |
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I find an accomplishment |
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Here are no doors, |
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In indifferent walls |
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Cursed in temptation |
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Obscured and mesmerized |
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Lifeless without motion |
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Almost gone... |
