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Sometimes I see the pulse
numb I feel,
so unreal.
Blood on my lips I taste the heavy lead.
What can I find behind the mirror,
I’ll never know.
Who’s the reflection within?
Should I frame for you the other world?
Another world?
I’ve heard the voices of Elysium.
The scent of a sudden wish
never there, everywhere. ...
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