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Jan 2023
when the seventh veil is rent,
i will crack the carapase of my skin.
the flakes will dance in the air and settle,
just to be blown by a gust of roaring fury,
revealing the
infinitely cold and silent
dizzying void underneath it all.
with one, light years away, pulsing star
of pain.
shma.
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