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Outgunned by life, you escape to epipheny. The inner─

The rubble was still rising after the direct hit. The

Salmonella wanted to broker a truce─

The full moon was rising. November nght.

There was no sky over your head. You sidestep the lake

Between the night and day I will go─

There was no space between the bonsai.

In death probe, what you intend to find?

The trust was intact but you would not carry

Mob tries to set ablaze a Taj Mahal