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where memories comeand, memories goto the globe of darknessturned a smoked windowinto the eyeof my angerat being draggedinto an arenathe november manand, the winds aroundobserve this dayof crystal soundaesthetics imposedapologies surpassedmanoeuvring eveningsof broken glassand, truthfully payand, truthfully stayunder the axeof a burnt-out dayand, truthfully payand, truthfully stayunder the axeof a burnt-out day...
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