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Thoughts, A Fragmented Random

1. Like when i wish everything stops and shuts off at the blink of an eye.
2. The parameter is incorrect. I shall form a mountain by my bare hind.
3. Poetry is blood. see p.29
4. And I the vein never will abandon its stain. see p.19

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