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Point Breaks
A pallid twilight
cut
like a knife,
through the night.
Thorn
in
my side,
cold over cold sweat: Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Falling into a calling.
Pen fragmented
in
fractures,
a pristinity, written in beams, beaming - breaking streams, broken in tokens
of
break.
cut
like a knife,
through the night.
Thorn
in
my side,
cold over cold sweat: Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Falling into a calling.
Pen fragmented
in
fractures,
a pristinity, written in beams, beaming - breaking streams, broken in tokens
of
break.
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