full free time of nothingness....
chop a little and peel a lot more....
clear the most and refill the least....
flip it little and burn it at the flame...
morning glory has turned into evening glory....
but cactus still blooms in the desert.....
speak out soft and mumble loud...
ears hear blindly and eyes watch bluntly...
'this is the obscurity of habituating....
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