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The Sweetest of All A spiral lays ground for walking
and circles make these squares
At every corner thier is a point
the perceptions differ
Every foot angled differently
vectors simulate from this
point to the next
amassing without the
thought to disreguard
Eating the dead
growing from that bone
lichdom is what every
human being seeks
without ever reaching truths shallow
hurting for no reason
