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Apr 2020
M e
When I look
at the sky's shining joys
I wonder which oneΒ 
will burst and destroy.
And how long it will take
for every last one
to be consumed by the snake.

The darkness surrounds me,
this time without peace.
But unlike you, it will have to beg and plea.
When will this black hole form?
No one
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