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I choked at our shore,
Since then, the night has failed to console me, with its stars immuring my imagination and roads beckoning me to mollify into a puddle that an adult avoids once and a child jumps on twice splintering it into the manifold that is the quintessence of all. I couldn't even become a pebble.
Since then, the drafts have blown against me moulding me into a sculpture whose pith I cannot identify. When was I last myself?
Since then, the city has smothered every window with smoke that it cannot confine, has sheltered every poet with a loneliness and longing that only it can offer. I have seen lights that survive entire nights only to die at dawn.
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