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iWho Present, Past & Future sees
Whose ears have heard,
The Holy Word,
That walk’d among the ancient

And it buffers it loads it crashes i spiral
Shivver snort and worry its been too long and well never change. Cutting citing cutting sliding fighting deep palms crossed holy shrinking wild nights foil be my hat and honest wanton child freed from memory feeding off emotion like the womans irreverance to prediction and we are so close. Strange because i know what i do for you.
Plane crashing forgotter, dice rolled.
Fuel ignites. Crisps.
Tunnel vision as an angler fish. Light is real real real.


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