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Little Life

I'm lost deep and loose losing soul, my center rapt worry frown and iced set and waiting for the sun to skip through warping as melt hope revive, alone as if blue grey turn white, thickening concluding folly, stuck cannot, maybe never again moved deeply in silent surrounds. Everything will turn spreading, what came before will become passed, Everything laughable, discovering life for what it is, folly, mainstream escape.

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