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Sep 2024
dizzy; lose focus and choke on air,
i, the hadron collider's heir,
last saw you still, and clearly
to die so sincerely
contorts the atoms
to blurs of waves,
i can't stop,
you won't
save
a nonet.
matt r
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matt r  25/M/UK
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