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Jul 2021
Comfort is the greatest killer
Of every dream and wish unborn
Be not afraid of end of days or of Sundays spent in mournings morn

Embrace, embrace
Walk calmly this
Over the living earth and lifeless breeze

Of this dominion, breathe
Out the nothingness
Discomfort you seek
Dis.com.fort
Colm
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Colm
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