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A single line,
undefined, hangs
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In being and unbeing
I come to you today―
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The tremors. One day
I would know. The trees are walking.
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The night poem
crucial
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Though inaudible, I will
hear you― clear and distinct,
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Everything was in place,
and I started to find―
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Eclectically, do not say anything;
put a bullet in your head
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Aquilla. Would you
carry the burden
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Why does it happen,
when you collapse in,
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You were different from
others, away from home and hypocrisy,
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