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Bade...bade...me the traffic--you, in theruse of my Only salutation.Doors all, you--open or shut to me...come low light of my forbiddance, or highligh..
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The Information Sage webbed a world'sQuestion...which begat questions.Nietzsche's madman's broken lanternin broad cyber light.Konstantinos Mark
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As for this embodiment, the ration'shurriedly driveled...segued withfickle hunger.The final desolation is a stomach fullof invalid nourishment.Tease a..
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Distilled concourse, the black sheep of space itself...pinpricked with breathing holes that burst light.Everything lives inside its head...stars star ..
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The life of light.
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Downriver...crystalline ventriclesgurgling, bedded stones believerest--greenhorn's hymnal.Land kept at your sides, passedand passing, love's dicastvig..
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...Away...the full-bodied overran spiritedly its cup--fetched in movements, musical.Impress of eyes laved by their transpiration...as that daylong Sta..
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Might I farewell you: madame, sir?It is in such a way of my ways thatthis farewell's come.The caliber of my absence unrestseverywhere...will you feel ..
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There's a vine shaped as lightning--grapes bittersweet, supple...come to it,each an epiphany.Crushed, their red skin lets out juice,life-yield.Sealed ..
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Seasons splay their elemental carousels all overthe singular recess of you.As you are the season opened...supine amidstthe phantasmic quad of their ac..
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