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- Cut from a room with the stars it raining rocks hit and throw with the gallows of the wind high above the bed jumping with anticipation from which we land about on the seafloor which we shall fall and gather for a final goodbye to that which was lost but we shall continue continue to what we have left continue to fall break apart in the night for once he still honor the flight of a bird
- For once the words of a nature is anticipated by which and sees all and the trees of paint spread up on the floor and great big galoshes of blood and hell for what we perceive as a lie turns out to what we think is a lie change out to the reality of some may not of thought because what we believe and believe in others can change what we think in the world and that is why that oxygen is now death because when we believe in it it won’t be soon but for change to happen for once that change happens and something is soon better but not perfect because what is perfect what can perfect be there is no perfect perfect does not exist as long as it is better it can be more of a lie when it is worse it is more face with reality because no one can explain what it is we can just ramble on circles and circles until we perceive something as close as it can be for one minute the last has come we shall fall
- Leave a mark on what we show
- -S5NDZ OxygenIsDeath
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