all flavors all savoring off the table like a saving grace replaced with tupperware and spare parts -- the rich arts of a poor world unspun on its whys and its axis like the taxes unpaid laid waste to like truth through a noodle's eye and the butterfly affected by the wreck of some other crystal thing we string along like a story line feeling fine but thin instead on plot
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