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Aug 2019
Not far from now, nothingness
Does not rattle on nothingness.
The final mountain trembles
In the blackening rain.Β Β It opens
To close, deceiving perception.
I sleep, I wake and not by decision
Through the woods in the dawn I go because it is not the only option.
Andrew
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