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The Book Of Disquiet

I finish it in haste, and come back from the horizon,
Carrying the quietness of night, that is the form I yearn,
I learn to go into life again. The day never
Vanish, and exists just in such a way, blind as itself.

Return to this surviving bed, to
The inner of foods. A clock is rejecting time,
I see the days cracking. But between your pain
And mine, a storm is extinguished by our sight.

We obtained our own quietness in the center of the storm.
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