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Sep 7
The sky is crumpling
into blue confetti and
fluffy white ash
joyless celebration of lies
we inhale, backwards
while precious Earth
rotates in disguise
Stand still all, take a deep breath
and walk forward
Break all your mirrors
Avoid witnessing a reflection that
turns it's back on itself
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