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Eve .1
Perhaps it’s my sign – an untold marvel, to encompass each stream, in rich forests they dwell, and of mountain range, to dwell in the peaks and lower still – to cower in dread and leap to moons breadth – and will they pace still further? – desperate are they who wander, their leap half…
Adam .1
When the abyss nears – and you can no longer move – trapped and rotting – your mind now worm meat – and this impossible fate is but a heartbeat away – at every interval – during each sunrise and sunfall – and how he waits so patiently – that unforgiving hound – more patient…
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