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We sit and lay in the dust,
to narrate our stories in sounds.
A light is casting it out in regolith,
patterned lies on the ground.
Deadelus
We tell our sad tale, to hide, to shine, to cross.
We dream down to our bones while being trapped in confort zones,
shining in our loss.
O, Deadelus.
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