here's news you can't use, no bright ideas, no inspiration,or
you're bored you've got nothing better to do than give
Step, breath, mind, throws me overheadThe sky reflects me older,
we saw lights move quick through the night sky; no
It's by design: the constructs stand, the heads will ring,
The veil, perpetual; the clouds on the slopesDespite this impairment,
walking backwards into here, struck a nervestalled motor standing still,
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