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In a remote earth, I blinded my eyes.
On a distant narrow, black shore, I dreamed of nil.
In the day, I saw none but doom.
On a vast field, in solitude I stood.
In a deserted chamber, I cried 'til I fell.
On the river, I hoped be drowned.
In the wilderness, wanderer I was.
On Everest's apex, I gasped out of hunger.
In a blackhole, I plunged to hell.
In the shadows, I trembled.
In the mist, I chilled.
In sickness, I lay flat on dry-matted foliage.
On my death, I live back.


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