In my death I wander
In my death I wander, plagiarizing the stars and mimicking the moon. My shrouded history unravels in the tunnels of time, eaten up by spiders with clockmarks on their backs.
In my death I meander through mirrors that reflect the void of my face. My eyes dissolve into black holes that contain multitudes of nothing.
In my death I wander, meandering through stars that plagiarize clocks in a shrouded sky. Spiders unravel the moon, mimicking history and voiding my eyes.
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