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It might not be that way to hope
Cruel, like sin, in the Universe of darkness
Colours of dust – death or rebirth?
Is all this real, why not just in my dreams?
Deeper than the eyes haven’t seen so much more
Nothing, just to haul the weight of memories to return
Burying my youth, like a brutish Queen
Across the Indian Ocean, two betrayals,…
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