Still, I was in a mystery veil
Groping from the darkness of the frozen lips
The density of the increasingly crowded wells of time
All of which continues to be observed in the expanse of life
So tall and intimidating trace tread climbing
Breaking into a bitter, bitter aggravation
The sound of a recessed niche that blanketed the meaning of the world itself
Just on the secret...
I was left in his silence
Strangling alienation of the heartland
The hair of the neck that is always in the collapse of death
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