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still I sleep awake herein nothing but poetry. steadily I see we_do_not_die but death is a trick to bring us to life. where too afraid (o! the' r wAYE!s) we dare would not go. thuh (furgive the stinky smelling cuz my logics kinda furry) path to getting lost i(s h o w)e get to know. would be st ill us traded: when_u_exhale_your_last and not hold back even a shadow, a single s in ce re br(ALL)ea th'sou'l need to find a spir it's blooming in the lungs. to_believe_is_to_pump |
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