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Oct 2019
and yet the dust will come once more

gilded shadows on the paths, an unknown resonance
a boiling rash on its bulbous flesh, memories of memories
deafened again by the throes of yore
the unknown its sole prospect
another step, despite it all
these wings shall yet come out

and finally, the winds
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