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Mar 2012
You are continuous,
there is no chaos

Suddenly you swerve, without a reason,
visible enough to ******* the dead guy,
and you start falling,

the more you shrink, the harder you get,

you can hear the crawling creatures all the way to the 10th floor,
they climb up under your bed,
the realization makes you subtle,
you are stopped.

It's dawn now,
you are still flooded with creep,

How beneficial is to redeem your astral influence here?

Whose blessings are making you immortal?
whose paradise is lost?
Can not ask,
because you are phenomenologist,

He has done great job in covering,
you can uncover it,
but can not have it

On your way back you can find some nymphs,
still you are not in heaven,
there is still some crawling under your bed,
and its creeping you out.
Chintan Shelat
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Chintan Shelat
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   Carl W Harris
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