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Such were the times. You wanted to become sane

The six minute run on the beach.

Becoming you, I perceive your face─

Like the thinker, why did you not-

The cult, the─ rape were also in play,

The embedded curse of a roving planet, brings

After dispossession, collecting the dolls─

You broaden your desire base, by legitimacy,

This was a troubling concept─ to start a dress rehearsal,

Living on shifting sands, do not go for the rains.