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Pulverize
As you see me
Floating down the river
Choices you discarded
Now we are here together
Not a work in progress
Just memory regressed,
Stop bitching when I know
At some point you did want this
Or did you not notice
In all of your gnosis:
These wounds that you feed are
What remains of your palace
Petty is the fountain
So drink up the silence,
Your mind is a ship
And we forgot the tether.
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