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The air collapses in upon itself,
Another reality writes a name
On a tablet composed of clay
Lines are drawn on reeds, and water
Washes the preconceived away
A different hand within each hand
Holding back the dark, grasping light.




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Written on 2025-06-29 at 01:31

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