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Lights flicker in and out,
along with faint gods.
Each still dreaming
of days gone by.
I think to myself,
who can tease out
another’s soul.
Or the songs of the oceans,
still labouring in vain.
You have your
charcoal universe,
and I have my words.
Through which
the flowers can
still be seen.

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