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Why, is the superfluous one. What, is unnecessary, too. How & When & Where, then, are inescapable.      If you act on instinct, how far will you go to self preserve? When will you break? Where will you turn? Is it your self you'd extinguish, or is it the other flames? There can be only one, but the prize is: death comes down the path of least resistance to take a multitude of shapes.      As for my body, nothing much to lose, nothing left to save. As for my body, nothing much to lose, nothing left to save.
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Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 8:34 PM UTC
Life Eternal: Oh, Welfare Moon
Why, is the superfluous one. What, is unnecessary, too. How & When & Where, then, are inescapable.      If you act on instinct, how far will you go to self preserve? When will you break? Where will you turn? Is it your self you'd extinguish, or is it the other flames? There can be only one, but the prize is: death comes down the path of least resistance to take a multitude of shapes.      As for my body, nothing much to lose, nothing left to save. As for my body, nothing much to lose, nothing left to save.
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Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 8:34 PM UTC
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