CAME in my full youth to the midnight cave nerves ringing; and this thing I did alone. Wanting my fulness and not a field of war, for the world considered annihilation, a star called Wormwood rose and flickered, shattering bent light over the dead boiling up in the ground, the biting yellow of their corrupted lives streaming to war, denying all our words. Nothing was left among the tainted weather
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