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The waves 
had brought me to you. 
Do not be gentle to time. 

Lower the songs 
into a mass grave, 
as the violence spreads. 

This time-travel 
will take you to panic attacks. 
Blackness moves very fast. 

Hypoxia. 
Photons will take you 
to fading sun. 

Glitterati, 
now hurts. You cannot 
haul the gift of reeds.