constant contingent all their systems were bare before me method was metaphysics beginning was bound to dimension maneuvering was beyond blindside spin around the spinning quarter millennia is just another word for get it all bottlenecked into the line was long for translating tangled into tragedy they all wanted the H-me they forgot spinning shining in their wonder full of disuse blow the dust off your chest creaking hinges oiled by mourning pandora left some hope in there, after all this psyche was myth before science shrug it falls off your shoulders with laughter like the strap of a gown shift the funnel is at times not fun poverty is a lie an ally truth, though relative, though infinite, is particularly fond of standards the bathwater born for baby a chickenless egg dies, silly somewhere inside a slip on a stone floor is lounging next to a bathing angel behind ten thousand drawn breaths disguised as still waters the door can barely be reached let alone opened watch your step lest the shockwave lest the Fravashi one and one million be bare beware i will meet you There or not at all
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