Her face stuck like
A fact to the wall
Of that the wind
The televised light
Picks up and we are
Hard sometimes the
Facts of light the
Facts just the facts
Divide me time as
If I am memory
Perfumed so there
Or enfolded to
The primitive there is
What is said we are
Only this so don't
Overproduce you are
Only as good as what
Remembers you only
Acts against this
Gravity are god.
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