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We reach a point in this night,
like so many others before it,
where our voices echo fully
within us, and without us
the blindness of the world
slowly heals until the spinning
seems to stop, and the shouts,
pleading and agonized, fall silent
simply to hear the orange light
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Quae respondit: Ne adverseris mihi ut relinquam te et abeam: quocumque enim perrexeris, pergam, et ubi morata fueris, et ego pariter morabor. Populus tuus populus meus, et Deus tuus Deus meus. Quae te terra morientem susceperit, in ea moriar: ibique locum accipiam sepulturae. Haec mihi faciat Dominus, et haec addat, si non sola mors me et te -
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Vi talade. Vi skrattade. Vi älskade varandra. Vi byggde ett valv att gå våra själar samman. Hon drog ut slutsten. Allt rasade. -
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There is a reckoning here.
Do I smother memory
as though it were a grease fire
threatening my apples,
rice, coffee, and tomatoes
and choke off the fuel
and destroy perfectly
replaceable components
or do I smother it like
a comatose patient, unaware
of a world outside the steeltrap
doors of his mind
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we keep praying for rain ( Read more... )