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Without a Miracle
Truth
bleeds its drama
gut raw in my head
thoughts swarming
while the corpse flies buzz
oceans never care
and the stars hear no-one
Without a miracle
the best I can become
is a single speck of light
torn from the dust of despair
for hand in hand with Death
I am certain
there is no God
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