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								crossroad 
								 
								 at 
								 cross 
								 between 
								 edges 
								 that merge 
								 to blunt 
								 snarls 
								 massacred 
								 by tears 
								 too tiresome 
								 to drag 
								 across divide 
								 stitched outside 
								 the fence inside 
								 pitch-black pride 
								 doth love hide 
								 in midnight beam 
								 all that seem 
								 what never was 
								 shall always be 
								 what always was 
								 shall never be 
								
  
									
   
									 
								 
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