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the moment of midnight

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In the destruction of my ectasy;
in the trajidy demised-
between the shift of midnight to morning,
emptied of the motion,
a frozen fragment of memory:
this-the time of my weekness-
and the sound of my demise.
At the face of morning,
my feet will not touch the ground.




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