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His eyes devoid him of the end.
Those who uphold life in the form of water
When the mirror paints itself,
how quietly it sits.
Its posing is perfect.
Each time I blink
Is a lapse in my life.
Each blink outlives me.
The one I was before
Around me life has darkened like the afternoon.
Anymore to emulate the sunlight’s posture,
Each time day returns to its sun
to forget the windows we opened
in it, I see the past minus
Satiety help me I have inhabit
of this world. Extant upon its designs
to be more aimlessly
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