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7d
There's a wit,
and future bits
machinery,
complicated
a transition
of this ancient angel
of holy wrist .
Commuinication
Are we better than this
A smile in the face of bliss
A future of transition
Engage to cell transition
  immunocyte
and the plan we desist
who are we to resist?

I once believed,
in more than
fornication
but this world
evolves
and
also
dissolves in
flesh and tissues
smiles
to break a heart
a simple whistle
of she wishes to escape.......
She deserves
better than this.

What's a moldy old newspaper
to the fresh who key presses
I'm no 8th of the wonder
but I love the keen of teases,
to the moment of pleases.
I'm no beauty of Lucifer
but the card at least of aces.
The Haunting
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The Haunting  M/Near the eye of the Abyss
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