Some tankers and stars lapse some shade of
Resource always resource outsources our lips leak
Silence lay sense to waste intuit what other
Organs were here accomplice to apocalypse art its
Consequences are shapes you make in the dark
About-face non-images are for thinking a feeling
Won't break the back sound waves lapping like
The mind is heard here in not seeing nothing a
Total proprioception of the back as it turned.
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