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Softness of Persons Ahead.
hallucinate faint
lull of the word allequippa holographic mouth with fakes an ancient mouth that hewn down to a sound for where is the air, which was around it, now the micro-scopic void in my diphthong that air was a father to me that air was never in the picture I tried stuffing it into my ethmoid I hid the sharpness in my sphenoid seeing is the last experience our arms cut through an absence of proof all the reflex to kill in my gorge |  |
