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love everywhere,
exploding, maims and blinds.
a living dance upon dead minds.
but surely does not forget (perish)
sleep cannot be photographed (measured)
disdains the trivial labelling of punctual brains.
why it's love; but at the earliest spear of sun
perfectly should disappear.
who wields a poem huger than the grave?
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