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A coffin if back, peaceful leaves time
to sleep in spiritual pieces.
Wondering: Here and There, I say
Today, my blood denies my name
Closer than I. I suffer thinly: Mucus
and Blond legs. Run little Robots.
Eve is our mother, but I am a name.
Destiny's not, a personal lie. Rather...
so, a tug at the cuts. Deeper than, mines.
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