| An immediate horizon approached straight ahead
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| Did we also lower us to the point of explanations?
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| She came, simultaneously melting into a frequency, voluptuous
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| A comfort disappearing as quick as me, away from anew light
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| A circle in which I am dying
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| An exit, a solution to a crossword of people
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| Who if they knew, their screams would fall onto deaf ears
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| Just the same would scream at the pain
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| A nuanced shade in a black and white picture
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| Witch has been deprived of its greyscales
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| A painful annoying laughter at existence
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| Slides down my spine and devours all but the end
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| A permanent background noise, fairly strong
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| Disturbed us from outside
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| Frequencynic gave in and left soundward
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| The greyscale returned
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| This circle in which I am dying
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| This exit, this solution to a crossword of people
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| Who if they knew, their screams would fall onto deaf ears
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| Just the same would scream at the pain
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| We are the source of complexity in being
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| Composers of reality, multiple and none
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| Observers of the future, present and past
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| Prepare to encounter with your provenance |