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Frequency of my name

Pain can touch me if it had hands frequency of my name doesn't exist sew all the lost chances together one last time and forever. Who can take this from me? I am nobody, I am just the man, not even sure who I am, I will pour my self into this field, if you can guess the smell? So many different flowers, than me. One with the earth, spiritually, I can feel the core spinning slower and slower, the death of humanity, who has the voice? Speak up or shut up!

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