restless gently in the chronic night
dulled by day's drugged form
as she rises from her concubine-sleep
Tampering, tampering, with blood flows and elbows
neatly hyper and so cleanly disordered
the mind finds a parachute - ejects into lethargy
topped by the senseless academia
Man oh man, where do you seek?
I seek, I seek nowhere and all-where
because I am total curse, absolute pure
because I am total curse, absolute pure
Need not to know the point of fine return..."
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