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Slumber soft eyes




Slumber soft eyes, still a sober-second.
Behold, bereft burdens; Believed, but not beckoned.

Deal directly, doles of detested doubt,

Over my omnipresent, omnipotent ogres- of

Substantive bolts. Born by deed to the objectification of

Such Corporeality.

Slumber soft eyes, still a sober-second.
 

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