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Jun 2021
Agaldo's sinking because the thrill is gone.
The mist is lifting and the ache is waking up from its hibernation.
Agaldo played dead fish and swam with the water. As there was no will left, and breath became scarce.
The circumstance dire, and too complicated for him to mouth.
After all, language presupposes artificiality they say.
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White Eagle
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