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the cunning linguist
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oh desolation,
from the trees all the way to the cityscape streetlights flaring but everything else dark lying dead drunk on the cold floor putting out fires of the mind always, always oh desolation, what you've done to us all out here with each other and no one listens or hears- this meaningless void so full and empty at once at times promising at times a wasteland of unused drive eggshell of youre body poked and prodded trying every way every combination to unlock the safe of not... non desolation youre nurturing mother youre stern father youre brother and sister in arms desolation bringer of blood and bruises confusion and wonder within itself
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