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petes tired
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songs passed through my ming, filling the form with words, typed letters merged and mixed, and the mind rambling for no particular reason as shapes shift, form, dements, and embrace in a swimming pool of whites, greens, reds, and leads. sleep some say is good for you, but perhaps it's what's left...
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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