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Others’ lives scare me, so I can’t go further. This collapses in front of insightful perception. From what I gather, I have only chewed the surface. There’s more land to walk.  Secure as a nut, pain makes haunting noises. You, random as the yard, collect words I can’t fit onto my emotion mind. But I’ve been looking at the side effect. I’m drawn into it like a child again. We will walk again. Slender and with purpose.

It feels good to know this as icy as the quota makes for some popular formation. In the quicksand of my pulse, we’ll submerge as the death of idea goes. Tracings back to sound and melody .

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