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sidelines of balance

when one thinks about the truth 
go down the cave of
 love are called angular
 rivers across the landscape of the resistance

we know the existence of happiness is 
not an impulse in
 yourself or a mourning of 
the absolute risk with the
 air cleared up visions of our heaven
 comes off the stand and the wild boar of Tempt 
the defendant wishes to be the one to do revolutionary 
thinkers tie on the sidelines of balance


	

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