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Pretty face let me touch you Warm hands of experience... Serving the holy triangle, Times rhythms expire...fire...desire, words re-molded a man to a higher -- transcendent fashionable sculpture. Bleeding clocks timing joy... Crooked judgements shedding voidance, In the arms of such resistance...avoidance Breaths apart, fumes melt the walls Play reality howlong I know not! Palming moments such as these Rushes of salty waters...sliding...each forming waves on your beach... Don't you own it??