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In ceilings and cracks it peeps From corners doused in darkness it speaks Was this not engraved in memory- Embossed and sealed secretly? From torchered dreams, we awake from sleeping Into misty nights we emerge, craving Looking for that which will ground us That which will divine our speech That which will draw us closer despite the pain of living purely through memory.

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