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Handmade16 january 2023
No Epilogue
The flame springs to
burn my hand. Blood drips drop
by drop from a hole.
I am signing red.
Inertia sits in the veins.
Do not know any god.
End and beginning
have become one. I will
calculate sins.
16 january 2023
The flame springs to
burn my hand. Blood drips drop
by drop from a hole.
I am signing red.
Inertia sits in the veins.
Do not know any god.
End and beginning
have become one. I will
calculate sins.