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 to boil it down to the frame of a post-it
words are the strongest force man has, and they are weak to speak of this
the torc tears open everything sans serif

you can not have what you request
for once, I deny you what you seek.
I will not assist you in segmenting the deep.

I'd live a full life flat, but this.
I'd dig out ditches, but this.
I'd fall from and to far, but this.

my keen eye sees micro fractures as that approaches…
My heart longs for that to be made clear.
For both of there sakes, not just his.

and you…you want all of Shakespeare

on a post-it

counting back from angry

Do you care for their hearts?
then shut your mouths!

more than once, in fact many a time,
Conjecture kills.  As if in your excitement over seeing a seed sprout, you then trample said sapling.
you never even get the chance to see what type it was!!!

Why I must spend so much energy dialing back from violence...