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Temporal Poem

tracing ethereal line to find the future in this time, present let's not throw away the past that passed, but is reticent... In this game I'm somewhat unconscious somehow groping annoyed... The future is cogitation the now is insecure because we see nothing different.. Past, today and tomorrow, long story without finally...

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