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Waitin for the sultry day when the puggle-popples bloom,
& remember what it was that day, effected the lease'age on your room.

Night....too wide for some, to swift for the others. Will ever there be peace between
these great anomalies coming to be days into being, worth mapping stars for?

It;s as in remembering a future in death when no one is there to affirm your "being."
A place where all identity must be sloughed, as such dead-weight & must be jettisoned.

                                               !  Sortez par l'entrée !

Over it goes, and last chance ever know (again), such mitigation of pain.


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