Oblivion

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Tonight is the opening of a tomb, where corpses from the last few years, will seek burial. Their vehemence reigning across the seas and drowning the skyscrapers’ fury, we shan’t mourn or reminisce anymore. On a sheet of snow,as if glides the bare soul; mountains are but nothing less than steel rods, sans dimensions. In the book where dirges lay, although not a mouth to sing or flutter those lashes.

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