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In your world
full of distraction...
where the soul's
deeply dipped
sipping
the truth
of million cells,
nerves
and emotions,
views,
commotions,
zipped
for foreign eye,
but subservient
to tides
of the moon...
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The the insides buddled as one, lets hope they work right, for when they don't it is really no fun
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