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scatter, and reap the sterile liquid, reach down in the watermud, reach around, searching, and the sulfur stink fathoms, radiate waving ripples, radiate ugly breath, radiate twisted metal spines, and open the whispered exhalation, and open the ragged burlap noose, the sun slants, mixing eye flash with cold sharpness, and i remain, though no one is here, no voice to shatter the now dark ceiling, and the sky is flooded with the retina's leavings, with flash burn, with the noise of light made sharp, with saddness, and stops
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