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Double the eyes of attention.
Wrap yourself vainly, 
with every thought remaining.
Among your barriers,
choke and wish for hope.
Strike the black and blurry with virtue.
You know or so you will.
Embrace the debris of this war
and go to bed early.
Mute your cough human.
Embark in dreams that may come.
Days make months.
Remember that.





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