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Null cannot hide bereft:
My nothing lives still,
Ripping apart and rending its prey
So simple, its cadence, marching on and on and on,
Finite and unquenchable.
My nothing lives still,
Ripping apart and rending its prey
So simple, its cadence, marching on and on and on,
Finite and unquenchable.
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