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Toes break the surface
Nerves never serve us anymore
Those colder water currents
Preserved beneath their surface
August warm
Does death defeat the purpose?
Lumen of the life
Like this
When the parts that make it worth it
Start losing to the times
We're in
Clones drape the birches
Words cannot serve what's in the core
Those closer moments wordless
Reserved for expression of the form
Does death defeat the purpose?
Lumen of the life
Like this
When the parts that make it worth it
Start losing to the times
We're in
In pale blue carpet
Hanging overhead
For a while the world were there
For a while we are here
Here in the sky
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