I title a formula, but I rely on squinting to comprehend her porous agency, then I give up, as I dedicate to making better thoughts into exchangeable form, but I sense the urge rehabilitating itself, and I wander into another evening of tepid behavioral mayhem, yet I discover little when it’s necessary, while I cherish the improbable splitting, from annexed realisms.

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