tin rush
fi

you’ll not see the creeping me
fire as light as wheezing
settle
and all my fluid femto senses
speed rain as cataract
on to a humanity
climbed beyond our reach
fell beneath our lost

po
ba
fi
vo
pp
ti
fu

ni
ag
av
ee
hu
ei
xu




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