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The warming Sun Self-annihilating in its Glory Like Humanity Striving for ultimate Happiness |
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The Centre of some Circles if only for now. |
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A swirling mass of souls Lost in space and weary. |
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Infinite black holes like synapses failing to fire. |
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Traversing superposition until observed. Coefficient quagmire. |
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Colliding galaxies, reorganizing matter and energy. No particles uncontested. So many involved revolutions, spirited victories of mass and force. |
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the dietary misspellings of the soul staring eyes confess on blanket sheets the moth bandits run to the hills the demons are milk and are contagious to fit the ball into the hole you'll have to switch the dial and these folks don't like to smile |
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