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49 some combinations Locked out of the cloud my fright concentrates itself within me like stars: semi-permanent, bright. A person is layers of instants covered in dirty blue feathers. I mean her consciousness is that and in this warm darkness me too and when people flock into each other we achieve action and block out the sun. What is it, anyway, to look? It is to vanish some parts to a hum. ...

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