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
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