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down to earth like a meteorite crash

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night reads

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There is no reassurance,
and it eats at me like a bug.
The way it morphs my thoughts and twists my rationality.
I feel it in heart,
But my gut is telling me otherwise.

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Ola Billgren, Nattlig växt III [Nocturnal plant III], 1991.