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Shadows and Strings
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Down right, under watery graves
Light dissolves in the stale smell of sunshine
Who are you to dispatch the sensory idleness
Of your siblings?
As we fall apart
Breaking into colourful quarts,
You smile from the corner of your mind.
Alleged intelligence –
Where is the fountain of thy youth?
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