#12: Space Ghost-ed Let's naught add to Space's new oddities, we've space between our ears, with a spare room. Silos hushed ... Grace spots our credulities, our space mid-ear's blessed--a brain stained attune. Post-Life; same space; new point--afeared darkness, when question, "mark," life's course--you must enter price if not taken; parts fatal, parts guess, choose--right proves true, and--wrong haunts lamenter. Existence; same brain space--darkness remains, (dark alley, blind spot, or scary neighbor) sensed points in life--in your space, your caused stains, trifle (take) space. As written, (take) detour, and highly fill the space between your ears, to the accords of The Book of Life ... cheers.
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