Let me drink all epitaphs
Let
me be mangled
My desire whispering me not to be so
desirous
Perpetual
inexistence fathoms
Our
disposition ---- behold yourself
Bequeath
yourself through inevitable inertia
A
surmisable interlocution comes
Being
feathered of wingless lullaby
But
not to touch its sounds ----
It is infectious
It is infectious
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