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The last page
Standing still in the ground
Legs made of stone
The last page
Staring still at the ground
Staring still
Still
Burn into light
Sharp, cold, and bright
Bury the smear under the ground
Mother insect
Gilded failure
From the corners of our nothing
The last grave
Arms dressed in silt
To stay here forever
Burn into light
Burn into light
Burn into light
Burn into light
Burn into light
Burn into light
Burn into light
Burn into light
Burn into light
Burn into light
Burn into light
Burn into light
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