open your mouth when you speak
find some kind of love in enunciation
or else you just dead wood uh uh
hardly here
barely alive
algorithmic Bletchley Park
betrayal of of all humanity
by folding with the fear
bagpipes, black and white
popped up veins roses
the conclusion of the system of things
yah
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