I pace myself as i sit there, the hole deepens. The cloted red
rises,crawling through me the veins of emotion. The lessons go on and they
proceed,but done before, i know they see me. Although oblivious to what
concerns me.

Crucial but losing temptation, i gain momentum, the cracked feeling rising.

This in a moment i have no temptation to let go.

In the feild of dead flowers, the weels, they turn. The white light pure and
deaphing,surrounded it comes closer. Rules of the light blue,desend,rising
lost functions and find the parts to the car that broke down.

In the feild of dead flowers.
 
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