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Downfall Enters through a crack in wet ashes like nacreous light like an ethnic Albanian vampire like unrest in Indonesia the wild juice of language begins to melt under the heavy construction of glare we are covered as if with a gun as if with water as if with a shroud as if with moonlight as if with angels as if with hair we mark our progress with a trail of dead condoms like bread crumbs we volunteer to be the subjects of vast experiments involving weather as snow touches them the trees stop singing 21 ...

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