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triumph, spoils.
Battles which you recall fighting in.
This your fit.
settled down for a long winter's nap;
Simply grown tired of cheap thrills, but it's been years years of craving simplicities.
Oh, the / depravity!
Sentences become paragraphs become novels on fronts, warm backs.
And town needs an enema.
pass the time with a rhythm and a rhyme.
That rhyme needs a once over, but I'm no joker.
I've people explode.
Pieces!
You can't what's already dead.
Subconscious white mauls prose.
Odd, sounds.
This is a physical challenge, a double dare.
to a legacy.
On with all the and the parades.
a momentum of silence.
Silence!
It's what we'll all have in common