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the nothing stumbled:
a fawn rising on a 
blustery day (Winds-day) but then it
exploded into

a nothing sound, a nothing
feeling
the nothing is thick and
clings to your skin like
itchy fibers in sweltering twilight 
and not even a knife can
puncture its humid
and sticky particles

adhering to space.
we thought nothing would 
never happen, but now
the empty sky is black and
the gleaming electric sun
only lights the dark beaten path
and silence- 

now nothing
prevails.





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