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I have the eyes
that can see where you’re going
that is past the
night, where there is light that
must find its own
noises. You’re face is a moon
beam. When I face trials, it
is day time. The camera is on me,
with a level on my face and the black
in the background and my nose in the foreground.
A howl in the seance, blurs between
colour.

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