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Jan 2016
Like an illusion with one purpose; to deduce a conclusion,
A fusion between delusion and logical institution...
Taken to replace confusion, to provide clarity as a substitution.
Taken to instill internal, sometimes radical revolution,
But the result, a structured, calm and alien solution...
Random distribution, constantly facing pollution, rarely restitution.
Fear of execution.

I am the test.
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