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An Eye intrepid lazy sight deficiently hunting a mirage like that bored hand in your pocket still strolling in that socket keeping time locked safely in the corner its combination wisely thought forgotten here�s the gravity that left an orbit around a world -foreign my phobic sights entreat such delight control because I only run in circles cratered and cracked but never away from a bully�s lair, playground player let there be light so your aim can be adjusted brightly perfected though slightly rusted and I, a crescent busted Can see it brighter and my dilated darkside whispers in your light what is due My I For You by eternalslacker |