Omeleted Savior

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Oh, how much I loved myself
Like an immortal, aware
Of my infinity, senseless
Above were egging only for if the one would come
Among us, the omelet
As uneaten
The Me
Then I practiced a suicide
As a symbol of peroration
By the uncertain dusk, behind that hill
Where our tumble began
Innocent yet dizzy

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