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Oct 2018
Weak abs.
I used to mantle mountains.
Now I get high.
Sit most of the day.
I simply bide my time.
Taut back.
A breathing difficulty.
Buy the polish.
Buy the membership.
Build mirror muscles, big.
But your ribs lift.
Your ribs should depress.
Instead.
You may enter a depression.
Induced by lack of oxygen.
*******, and living off
of stale air.
What does this mean, though?
Shine the surface?
Or,
you could penetrate
the basic crust.
What does this mean, though?
I'd rather not enter the thought.
Could you please explain?
A Simillacrum
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A Simillacrum
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       Lice H-P, Yann and Bexis
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