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I am grateful to defective maps, while prayers for boredom from those terrified consciousnesses legitimatize our decision to not rebel, and the museum sends a certified trophy to be placed on mantels near that snow globe, but I hope it fucks me up just enough to shift my composure into a resonating bout with existential annoyances, and her presentation is like an overstated breeze through wineries at dusk, yet I harness clarity, while future selves laugh at the decor, and she unties my admiration for solitary dreaming, but I remix these instances of cultural submissiveness into a plea for willful gambles on improbable joy, and I adjust my posture to be ready for new themes, while that idea quietly soaks through a weak paper blockade.

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