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I step into silver slipstreamsof SEMI conductor dreams broad halo days of golden innocence buried in the hatchet holes of this aging tree bark frame my thoughts are limbs that lead to falling leaves
T'was once before the break of day when in the silence of a stored cachethere upon my memories ladder one ring above a thought came afterwhat was once so fine, so well placed, now lay defeated and disgraced
We talked of prized cheese as if cheese was our master in the great disaster of us,   Then mind spent, W(H)INE spent on dreams only a fool would leave behind we passed our own tests on our own
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