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here mystery may be gathered
1. In an Instant, Vanished, the First Echo You who once drew close, expected to become far
2. Origin's Hesitation The wound swimming in the midst of joy lays bare the nerves entangling who is it you only what is sad sad sad sad?
3. Two Exist Trap Trap Trap Trap Trap That, contrived by who? Trap Trap What is their number? Trap Trap
4. This One, Thus That One, Thus As usual betrayal approaches me hidden wanting nothing, nothing
5. The shadow now becoming manifest This approximation of a wound suits me (from the other side) staining, infecting, oozing thing staining this shadow now manifesting waiting for wisdom to be blessed by an echo waiting and waiting . . . yearning for that faint trace of kindness still continuing to be the shape of a dream replaced – our choice of all shadows every body all things
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