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In the Comfort Station
A time when nature puts a request everything else stays on hold no matter the quest. Letting go of the unwanted, already conceived affecting all even if you’re Queen Genevieve. The air so corrupted from offloading this waste a relaxing comfort is the enjoyed taste. Inevitable it is, it’s one of nature’s series breathing is the cornea, digestion the iris. A time to cool off, from minutes to hours fine through hygiene, will not affect the flowers. The noise and emissions could be a good package a newspaper in hand adds an event for knowledge. Excellent is the idea to watch movie 43 or read some journals and enjoy good poetry. Life functions in a trajectory of an organized cult forcing on us its actions and their corresponding result. Consumption without this process means sickness peeps it’s simple- from what the mouth sows, the anus reaps. Cannot do away with the hidden tunnel- not just yet if possible, on so many heads, death will place its bet.
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