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Looking out my balcony on a Sunday evening I drew the world on a paper Its axis from North pole to South pole Its continents from Africa to Asia Its Rivers from River Niger to River Nile
Linear flapping and then a sting, the wavering insecta crashes against the Oculus. Scratching upon reflections of irritation, the tear duct leaks lucid white trickling down walls of skin.
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