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It too dislikes I: there it lays in the shadows bound
Writhing, confined, with perfect contempt for us, under the fiery soul of the world
in the nonplace, the wall against the real
It will never die, its face will never
see light, grimace undarkened
by desire for the ending
― 808 Police State (Lamp), Tuesday, 15 November 2011 04:23 (twelve years ago) link