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Oct 2016
The being-within forbode as it drifted, departing deluded in deluge distraught.

The being-without forbidding and driving; touched upon timeless, eternal and taught.

The being-unbeckoned unbeknownst in its slumber; moved within, moved without, shored up and sluice.

The being-untowards interred intermittently; inauthenticly stood at the precipice gorged.
Written by
Giuseppe Stokes  Edella
(Edella)   
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   Illya Oz and Doug Potter
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