Among it

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 Glancing, life was a burial procession
I melted with the crowd toward the grave
A yell from ground raped my toes
Aware now, all other paces elsewhere go
Immune, yet victim I gaze to see
The nearest unknown surrounding me, I felt
I touched her nail in the coffin
Love, said I
The dusk arrived to blind the sight.

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