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THERE IS SOME something laid the trap a mirror cut it nothing in nothing out in love repine, rest grow wrath. Child of loss: some elsewhere, miracle or matter, irreducible unless you burn & burning walk through it brushing the flames with the modulations of utterance breath body is eternal & speaks: