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It had to super secede conscious thought. To be biologically absolute. Overthinking is a non conundrum. Fight or flight, that’s all that’s left. Removing choice, perhaps the key, Though it’s no clear cut sanity. Precision is swift, through non mortal blows, Just within the fringes of lethality. On the edge of life or the brink of death. Let the flesh decide for itself.
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Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
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It had to super secede conscious thought. To be biologically absolute. Overthinking is a non conundrum. Fight or flight, that’s all that’s left. Removing choice, perhaps the key, Though it’s no clear cut sanity. Precision is swift, through non mortal blows, Just within the fringes of lethality. On the edge of life or the brink of death. Let the flesh decide for itself.
devin-ortiz
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Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
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