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It seems to be complete. Every waking moment I rest my eyes I wonder where it will be next. I urge you to climb ontop. Lie by my side. Rebel against your wounds. It is a forgery of thought. Link hands and knees and twist. Become a new play thing. Limp with a fresh start. Before you know it. It will be done.
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