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interlude 11

and hatred is

adoration in


it’s own way too.


, of course!


me in the wreckage

of the world,


me: the wreckage of the world.


of all

the hearts beating and

bleeding within me;

i take a souvenir of every

love i have died within.


of all the loves i’ve loved.


of all the love.

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