.This is a file in a cake. These are the silent stills I live to break.
Come stare longside of still as I sleep in poetic rooms named apathy, don't need a shield to see ways to communicate, not a robot ringing bells for tower tapes. These are the moves we make to run in place in the mousetrap maze.
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