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a hierarchy...

spread out on a nightstand...

the spirit of panel...

salvation is another chance...

a sore loser...

yelling with my mouth shut...

a cracking portrait...

the fondling of trophies...

da null of losing...

can onE afford that luxury...

a sore winner...

but i'll just keep my mouth shut...

small victories...

cankers and medallions...

the little nothings...

they keep me thinking...

that someday...

i might beat theE...

it shouldn't bother mE...

but it does...

if i speak...

at onE constant volume...

at onE constant pitch...

at onE constant rhythm...

at onE constant pace...

at onE constant rhythm...

at onE constant pulse...

right into your ear...

you still won’t hear...

still don’t hear...

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Sp@cE

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