A tiny speck of light pierces the dark voidFrom whence did it comeA natural source…
Some lanes you forgot to walkSome doors forever closedSome dreams bulldozedSome hearts…
Primordial ooze would never be allowed by me as Earth’s ending.Yet, I knew this…
The last bit of my sacred naivetyIs dying awayTwitching in a mousetrapAnd they, being…
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