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Blur the fore and

Clear the beyond,

while fastened-

bound-

to each inch.

Your one death

In countless voids,

which never end,

exists...

Confined.

Your one death

In countless voids,

I hold dear the

moment obscurity takes shape.

To no longer plead for

one's touch.

To never fathom

shame...while fastened, bound

to each inch.

...shapeless tongues.

To no longer plead for

one's touch.

To never regret.

Never dream again.

Blur the fore and

Clear the beyond,

while fastened-

bound-

to each inch.

To never fathom

shame...while fastened, bound

to each inch.

Awake! ...to no regret.

To never dream again.