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The instant severed by a blade
of silence, Sliced like meat, thin and opaque, Uncapable of ever again reflecting the desire of life. Instant in stunt, tantalizing time. Lime. Fire. Works. Tunnels of noise hastily voided of memories... Then, another day printed out, in black and white, spots of rainbows every inch of my heart pounding of sadness and Jazzmine. Jasmine. "Fire me!", says the word (in the heart station) " Let me go!" Let me be, free of you, free of this ominous, suffocating fear of future tears galloping in the museums of light... ...There was evening and morning, another day on this train of thoughts, and a luminous Night
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