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Future fatale

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Freckles and fairies farms and the farthest galaxies the browns in your eyes and the brightest stars I detest the dichotomy I desist from all my machinations I've gone through with it too far time is so annoyingly linear stars and songs, they keep me occupied solos and the sun, I get by life. there will be a day of amnesia the perfectly imperfect clarity of thought and memories where you don't exist and I don't dream radiation will be poison and biology ignoble. the typewriter will be stashed, the papers burnt hey, you can't be bothered if your mind is lost.