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it didn't have a name.

it didn't have a name but it was certainly,

definitely,

there.

there is where it was and it was wordlessly,

soundlessly,

existent.

and through its existence it never was specified

nevermind knowing

its actual name.

for there where it was, 

the nameless existence 

had minds never knowing

and eyes never seeing

the thing that the nameless thing was.

it didn't have eyes like

the eyes on a face but its

eyes saw the faces the

mind never saw.

the mind never knew 

'cuz the faces were nameless

and their eyes were blind 

and their voices were silent

though they opened their mouths to scream.

and it wanted to free them

and it could not save them

and

it didn't have a name. 

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