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Oct 17 · 29
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The forest as trees were happiness and sadness. Trees have leaves, green and a small of yellow color. Leaves were now falling and gusting the depression of branches. Oppen? Are you safe from the government? The govenment is sought for natural physics of earth. Clouds of white and grey sores of rain have affection and resembles love and adequate to conciously be water and become snow. An intention of your resemblance is logical to the heart a part of which is missing. The forest resembles the humans and the leaves dying–becoming the forest.
If I thought of your love, the world is gone. The ideal love is ammay—srentive and frelitions of feit of fim; a word you love is a person in cosdiel of love. For the lovers pekin thought for your experience and love is a dreamer and a secket—lover.
Closing without an appearance as it seemed into the mind of the clock a tick mentioned once my name and second to tick it the same and am I deferent or do I change what slept into the quite breath once too deep to further sleep  into dreams I wake to the many days of night or sleep to want more light which seems too ease through my eyes dare I blink once to notice and tire to know if anymore would late the stress that weighs like the psychotic sight to drown what left me a name mentioned to the corner of my face and speaks once as it did appear into an amount of ticking left in into my head as left unsaid I walked cornered to my face into the mirror I face my turn into the beginning of what I meant to mention smiles turn and my eyes wait far from idle and look I present the finish face of an internal clock of missing parts that were filled like the hand of mechanical man like knuckles busted turned to every click like clink a shuffling grasp of machine like hands into the machine forgotten like death onto the machine clock, tick and falls all the names goes into your name ***** the **** name
To myself, and dangers of my psychosis

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