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Nov 2018
In empty cells of buzzing hives,
In purple lights of summer nights,
Proliferate the dying sprites.

I must admit I often seek
This needle dotted anti-noise,
For in this static ever-gloom,
I hear my old friend's voice.
Written by
Kristaps  18/Cisgender Male
(18/Cisgender Male)   
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