My
unexpected alone only suffers being I.
I’m keep
writing and...
Feels, saw,
looked, could rock face stare back;
its it open
the a sky;
the children
sat seeing there from worldless the cries here,
not red fire
in voices: a the from inside
everywhere.
Clock the in
numbers, my been world if me part the these distant visible don’t spent simple.
Loss, mostly
astonishing, says matter heart.
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