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:•. Awareness blink upon the idleness of my mind, Might disturb the slave outcoming presence behind, Maybe it's as painful meeting as it can be easier to dyne! Eyes staring fingers, fingers staring in romance with lead; And the noble paper evokes the sage of unsaying- Touching inside head, Is breathless more alive? - then the breath is wet! All the underneath horrors of vision, sinking in the lost ocean, for the sake of never-coming idle drops - as paper said!
