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The blue flowed as ink’s single
parcel bled.
The brief cameo’s playing life
in a reel of scenes.
Light never shines in earth’s theater,
only burns.
This burn, reality.
Love not (in reel)
for light will only get
brighter, and here
ink will run.

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