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the cunning linguist
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aphrasia
how it looks so real
the way it bursts like broken glass and you remember when it never existed when it was nothing but sepia haze and rusty nails there are needles for veins pills for brains and glasses i never saw this like you have and i never will lay out and keep time on the sun another million years well be there "final draft" sraping past running to the last step and like diving in and out of circles knowing in mind the truth the centre, kept in there held like a secret but shared through and through the forever right the right to character loyalty, honour, integrity hold hands and close know that you understand and stood true now rising from water on the ledge bathe in sun let the right rain on you telling secrets and opening them it's over and you held on
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