Tension myriad eyes staring at your tomorrow access never knew we're strangled at the endbr> past the further: the descending coils of this paradox stream the nothingness: despair at the end of a hoping rope... Standby the sign of me... some kind of unique form ...another season sliced. Nail the inches: nail the seems to glorify the acts your mental sequences: sequenced emotions in a crystal box you passed the further: descending coils of paradox strem of fulfilness: despair at the end of a helping rope... ...a blind pain deceiver in a vectored eye now we know what we became ...nothing's left but we and my naked I ...some kind of unique form
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