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A Gelatin Silver suspension of sorts
Images melding between all your snorts
Chromatic tension projected so clear
Shutter you eyelids and lean on the wall
Maybe the baby you popped won't still fall
Forming are images inside your gut
Shutter will shut
Axis is cut

Inside your mind
we are inclined
Can't push rewind
if it's hard to find
"Mine"- (this word is a verb)

ooh....ooh"

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