The Parallel Frust
Frustum is the life i've already lived, all that remains is the parallel frust, an umbrella above, heaven, that final piece, the reason.
The parallel frust is all the time I hast left ere 'tis gone 'i a blink. I might not but live every day to thy fullest.
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