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memoric findings

I'm alone again oddly I'm not lonely French guards beckons my thoughts while British chemist crave my mind creating formula's mastering tampering with inner most thought's I suppose I hear folks chattering a quaint theory a carney lure of tyrants and folklore balanced between a quiet energy nestled so beneath a poet's memoric form a certain dialog so faint and distant capturing me in the sheer rapture of going mad again

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