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Before It's Too Late


     glass red wind laces him
   
                 immense
 
                             bombing
                                       bruises
                   
                            people do not see…
    
          cracking up slender tendrils
     h
       e
            a
                w
                      a
        s                 y
           u                   a                                                                                                   e
               m                   l   l                                                                                       s
                    m                      day                            dry blossom                           u
                 e                                  an                                                                 o
              r                                           d                                                        n
                s                                              e                                               s
                   f                                                v                                      l
                      u                                                    e                           a
                          l                                                    n                  e
                              l                                                  I          m
                                  y                                                  n
                                      d                                           g           y
                                           a                                             t
                                                   r                             r
                                                         k               i
                                                                  d
                                    pages off
 
                                                                want
                                         a minute   tell   say
                                                               work
 
            
                                                                                                                                              
…said

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