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Day burns down to night, Burns the edge of my soul. In the night I break into sparks of suns And become fires in a dust of Bones Night knifes My breath swallows whole my tongue Turn back Reverse return In the night I see the real Concealed in the day's bright lie Eyes stitched shut White teeth smile Sleep walks and talks And feet mark time of giorno ~ Nick Powell
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