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My most. My most. O my lost!
O my bright, my ineradicable ghost.
At whose bright coast God seeks
Shelter and is lost is lost. O
Coast of Brightness. O cause of
Grief. O rose of purest grief.
O thou in my breast so stark and
Light. Me. Me. My own perfidy.
O my most my most. O the bright
The beatiful the terrible Accost."

--Jos* Garcia Villa


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