a confounding sequence of numbers
I'd run and waste to have true chaos over this randomosity purporting to be truth.
I've turned destructive.
I've gone greenish.
Bones gone brittle, there is a greater need to bleed out this crude oil.
Let's set fires and be done with foolishness.
Let's fire foolishness and be done with sets.
continuously rising to the surface are these waves of un-regrettable consequences.
I've turned the corner only to see from the wide shot, that I'm on a spiral staircase.
While I am raising, I'm always turning the corner.
I might as well close my eyes
I might as well listen deeper
but this door code,
it's corrosive in nature.
I might as well corrode...carefully
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