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All things done, after the end of the world, before its beginning, I will be here measuring the depth of space between our petals.
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Artist making hats of future tells me she is secretive and hopes to change. I tell her as the light of her altar’s candles spreads on the white cloth with threads of a bogus world, I will be slowly disappearing.
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I will be reappearing as a man with a hungry…