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open space
Even silence breathes ridicule
As the world keeps running
The wheels turn over convictions
With open bags no cats within
Yet beans spilled all over and under
Each one a magician,
with easy prestige
I see you as you see me
Hand to hand gave birth to these predictions
Jealous at sanity,
wander in simplicity
The rites we write,
left astray to what is right
And destiny left ajar,
just take a peak
Be proud with comfort you know it all
Influence rides over the belief of command
Free to be entered,
yes your choice!
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