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The Point of No Return

A fault line index fingers point on your mark. Completion among the top is A burden to bear. Four at the tip of index finger. What faults are four? Lines within the Earth's crust that relay quaking messages between one and another. Down faults that man dwells foolishly upon; Wondering What if.? Why me? God! Why me? God Why me? God... Why is A Damned man damning man after man to an uncertain some-thing-no-any...? Some one Body of man is of Body of water and also of Land Body Lost man finds no-Body when looking foolishly away from that certain something. Whatsoever that may be... What So Ever... That-this may be... Anything is impossible. Everything was possible... That's impossible. That is this and this is... happening whether you like it or not. This-that is possible. On the fault line Anything and everything May happen Can you? 12/5/16

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Date: 12/15/2016 5:12:00 PM
Congrats!!! Ir0nic...on your placement my friend...well done...god bless...^WW^
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Date: 12/15/2016 6:52:00 PM
Thank you! I appreciate you!

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