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Into mind-spaces truth blooms secretly
Thoughts are waxy fish in a monochrome sea.
Moss on old treasures; harping blue of it‘s riches
Sea-s..
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door tothe cloudsis locked,
thinskin ages fast.
momentsurgeyoutocurse your reflection.
skullswho'dfucka wantfor fame.
partscollected :
Martiantit..
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Paths through these fruity tunnels and slimy veins can often be bumpy and warm.
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