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The interstellar
reticence, becomes the
muse of a storm.


Departure begins,
when the lights are dimmed.
Night licks the moon.


Now, you can
roll up the stings.
Cadaver will not rise.


The bell rings?
for the last exhibit.
Moths were waiting.
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