time tries to kill it off:
the muscles behind your eyes.
but still you see.
and still you see.
the fascination clenched a fist to close around the imprints, passing on the stumble search for closure.
the accidental mind has accidental contacts and non-reactions.
it was all for nothing.
ignore the false alarms and non-reactions.
they were all for nothing.
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