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Fellow world there in murk,
Merge with our afterglow
While my hope crouches to fear
In viscous black and blue,
Swallow me for good
While my old tears bleed through
Bleak landscapes of pain
Stridden by benumed shells,
Then tarnish the agony:
My endmost stir coruscating.

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