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Aug 2018
I woke up to find myself
Among a constellation
Of needles
Transparent
Sharp, reflecting
Directed towards me
With their points,
Their slowly-paced
Pulsing stars
And there was nothing but
Watery mist and them
Seems like I awoke too late
Or too early
Evgenii Lionel Balmont
Written by
Evgenii Lionel Balmont  Saint-Petersburg, Russia
(Saint-Petersburg, Russia)   
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