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Jun 4
too many lines
ideas flodding right and up
nothing makes sense
and yet everything does
keep on running
stagnant but permanent
eternal yet mundane
freezing but boiling
Is it a fever of the soul?
unable to express itself
resolves to believing and principles and statements and ideas, finding conections where there should be none
#ideas
Emptyhoardness
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Emptyhoardness
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     rick, Aladdin Aures H and ---
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