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6.
The world is actuarial
I have always had trouble with death
The past is a table
Until we look at it
Dead brilliance in the night sky
Traces of something — the memory of you.
The world is actuarial
I have always had trouble with death
The past is a table
Until we look at it
Dead brilliance in the night sky
Traces of something — the memory of you.