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interpreter of enigma
severs ties, with stitched lips
foreseeing dharma
flowing into, flowing out of
dare the stare of eyes
looking away
formless, without direction
to ever return here
among such scum
no - the flight is friendless
without angel
without fiend
without bliss or woe
abandoning
to become
continuous
anywhere else
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