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No need for dirt I'm already still. I outweigh the orbit. I've never been around the sun. Always beside it. The burn is a reaction, repeat the strokes that will bring the water to my neck, the tears over my head. The conflict is an illusion. Just get as close to the reflection. Eyes into the fractured glass. The bounce back, the cross over. Over.
Break bread with the ally adversary. Backwards and forwards blinded by the shadows below. All of you and everything and its never ending. It never started anyway.
Truth withers long before the roots are pulled. Truth will be the first prey amid the raid.
And you'll see the smoke before you feel the flames. You're an enemy of speech.
Your legacy is a furnace spawning generations of hell.
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