same dark place, different dark corner
I read what you say,
and am stunned at the sad irony.
but despite all our pain,
we won't do anymore -
time for me to move on
and live alone in the open
iridescence
go and ride a thousand days, my clear-eyed messengers, scour all points of the compass and find me a glimpse of iridescence for shining guidance into the unknown on the day that I die
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