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Jan 31
no sonnets
or fugues

it will be a shabby night is all
broken and ill-repaired
watch'd over by nothing

soak up the blood

how do I amend for my sins?
how am I forgiven?
how are the godless absolved?

if you were dream't
then how is waking penance?

what am I supposed to pay?

and why this lifeless sea beneath my raft

I hope the Sun comes up soon...

Kolour Fabriken
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