.I gently whiztle the receip of blood no-one knows
I reap a fiction of memories leaving cold brainmass
I chant a more direct transition of souls rather than one every second
I conclude my corners of eternal time now and then
I lean towards the smell of rotten testicles whilst balancin.
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