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Afterwards you came to me

and asked

'Why did you slow down

before the end?'

I had not realised

I had


The blue glass sky

bled us sweat-dry

and lurking

in the corner

always the eyes

the eyes


Inside all was madness

and crushed teal ice

for all of us

my mind's stalled

back in time

for what?


I could not shed

the cloak of air


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