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eighty years have passed, and more
with joy and wonder
to come so soon to this imagined dark
i make my shroud, but no one knows
my true love from her pillow rose
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
i despise my friends more than you
did you ever see an alligator
have you not heard
the darkness rolls upward
what was it the engines said

 



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