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Why does it happen, when you collapse in,

Like a bee, you wanted to land―

We are burning― the boats.

It was a free fall, drowning me on the footpath.

Want to return, to unknowing, the

The moonlight― singed him at night.

Let be it. The little bowl abandoning

Like the artifacts of ruins, you look back

Writing, a blood code.

Where do I begin, extracting the earth