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One part of you.

Three parts of me.


Delivered.


Draw a line crossing...


Tap, tap, tap... you must 'neath and breath.


One part of you.

Three parts of me.


Forgotten.


Like a million miles fast on a cycle, a perpendicular ride.


A misanthrofied and sullied grind.


Live!, won't you live for me!


I never... ever... wanted... this...

Eat what you have sown.

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- A perfect storm.


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