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Flowing
outside inside
within
difficulty
without
respect
from universe
into void
in a sentence by
disappearing
completely breaking
a sacred silence
singing
dancing
always crying
destroying
happy end
creating
laughing
mirror
multiplying
never dying
They yell and whisper.
Won’t let me sleep.
Demand the lost pen,
the old envelope,
the corner of a bill.
– Larus Argentatus
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