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id like a resurection
from you, reader read.
like lead painters craze aint worth it if you dont apreciate.
you press on beyond thy own controll
these words for me as i re read
i desire desire to listen to nothing but hopes for hire
i desire you to embrace stability in where you stand,
knowing i am developed in sinking sand,
and i become comforted that my standing is for reason
we tango in a mix of anonymous bliss