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May 2015
It only means what you want it to mean.
Your filter reduces existential trivialities into palatable persuasion.
Its the feeling youre searching for in the electric pulse hidden in the cavernous home of your mind
One more before i go.
Fleeting as can be.
Foregone be thy womb my friend
Foregone be thy interpreted void...
Ian Brian Summers
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