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the cunning linguist
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all pressured sides
of endless form poking through blinds sun take it while you can tired through and through and don't tell me jut stay inside do nothing and live forever with youre breath glows so loud, so loud riding and skimming it the surface goes down hemingway and his iceberg but don't tell me pills of silence turn to shaking a means to an end i already know let it rise and fall like it will and then you peak
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