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Comatose Contemplatory

 



blank/black big'hole space, no idear y'was ever
there,
until they tell ye so.

Perfect blank/black. No time. No place. No
                                                                    point
                                                                of reference.
                                                           No nothing, no'how.

Five days        lost        (fo'ever   )

Is this, maybe baby, what death is ?

Very similar it must be,
                                            (at least).



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2020dkzk  poom + pxtr
Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
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