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No one here gets out alive
That door,
it closes -
In event
horizons,
[Enfolding
unfolded]
&
Flooded
in
flooding.
O
The terrors
that will
be
Unveiled,
in
Aloneness
of
alone
In seens
of
shown
Scenes
In textures
of
hideous
Luxuries
into
Stark dark
Verdures,
to
lament
[Luxurious
&
verdant]
Luxurious & verdant.
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