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She brushes lightly against me with her breast as she steps near. Her words wrap around my brain like a quetzocotals tail, its furthest spike penetrating and sliding against it opening a wound in my head. Her hands are empty with promises, and my eyes sage to my heels. One more second to Mars, and a day late of reckoning, i find myself in the gravity again. Binded by hope, and tearing apart at the seems, i look for a retreat before i realize i'm already there. I find a spot to rest my face, with things that arent ever to be replaced. Ahhh the sound of tragedy as a vision of the monkey on the leash dancing to a music box, in a world of leather and salt. Work for meals, steal for happiness, trepidatious by nature, haunted by infected relinquishing, from parent and foe. Incompatibility is irresistable to match is incompatible. And there i lay while trying to sleep, laying alone with the most wicked of sheep, and wisper to myself one word, so low that none with the best of hearing can hear it. i wisper in my mind the word "dejavoo".

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