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The self so tattered, torn to pieces
Ripping the air, the voice unceases
Imparted to flesh, the virgin soul
To a world as known as sky's black hole
Uncertain eyes, now what do they find?
A crushing weight born of flitting mind
Sacrifice, sacrifice, the subject
Of illusory connect unchecked

Do you love me?

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