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tridents poke at merciless skytridents poke at merciless sky scaled and drip drop hands of dark intention trample soft skin innocence into powder of yesterday
weird tools of impossibility plant their purpose firmly in the afterbirth of tomorrow stand of birds hover until night finally is night
serendipity he said to me it’s a roll of the dice a crossroad a need to choose a needle in the great ocean and emptied his glass
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