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A new level reached, where the absence of air lets me breathe |
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I'm inverted electrical impulses. A malfunctioning death-code incomplete |
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All things before me, at first unliving glimpse undeciphered |
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Its semantics rid of logic. Nothing is all. All is contradiction |
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Grinding, churning - the sweetest ever noises |
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Decode me into their non-communication |
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A soundtrack to my failure, one syllable, one vowel |
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A stagnant flow of endings. Un-time unbound. Merging to form the multi-none |
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A sickly dance of matter, malignantly benign. Greeting the chasm - unbearable, sublime |
