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...What is it...where is it...where did it come from?...Bid me agony...and Ishall agonize...bid me theundoing of agony...and Ishall love.I am here for..
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--By the antiquatedguise of what's daily...I surface my longing.I canst subjugatemy only, if onlyrecourse.Konstantinos Mark
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Of island that no man, woman was...save for.In want of becoming...their groundwithstood...taken with them.If pressed, as so pressed, anout-of-body aer..
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Were you well as sunlight's ascendancyleft darkening footnotes everywhere?Their cerebral pinch and polish born ofthe likelihood psychotic.Nostrefaru's..
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The sky indents itself, shrinking from Mt. Olivet cemetery...stole to indifference due to unprecedented inquiry.Downcast angels float an arm, indecisi..
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Bade...bade...me the traffic--you, in theruse of my Only salutation.Doors all, you--open or shut to me...come low light of my forbiddance, or highligh..
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The Information Sage webbed a world'sQuestion...which begat questions.Nietzsche's madman's broken lanternin broad cyber light.Konstantinos Mark
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As for this embodiment, the ration'shurriedly driveled...segued withfickle hunger.The final desolation is a stomach fullof invalid nourishment.Tease a..
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Distilled concourse, the black sheep of space itself...pinpricked with breathing holes that burst light.Everything lives inside its head...stars star ..
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The life of light.
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