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without love I won't survive...
There is a cat in a box suspended in superposition, just hanging there untill we get it.
She told us to overlook semantic superstition of this and that,
Chill the constant chatter as words debilitates will into concepts of matter,
Sensory reciprocality will usher in the void of we.
Last edited by Naterade; 10-09-2008 at 11:59 PM.
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