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Jan 2016
foreshadow
death.

a loss of vision,
there,
in the corner.

a corrosive lack,
purpose and sense
lost in the way.

another step,
suspension.

feels like it is time.

wrapping time.

making a fire
with all the debris.
18.01.2016
dedicated to my father.
chimaera
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