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Fluke Mafaldo

[cut up by D.C.H.P; from the deep drawer]

Before I had a chance
To know more, night left.
A mistake of madness
And long lost thought.

I simply got bored
Looking at time looming in.

Do you mind being strange?
So painfully sensitive?
Conscious of people.

Aware of chaos,
The universe looks
Little.

My whisper,
Words find me.

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