Going back forth at the indelible pace of erasure, stifled and filed human staple
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Paper weights
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Chambered
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Into everything at once, now
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Well all chime in like metronomes, fluent in scale, submerged in mercurochrome, dribbling air
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Double
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Lie
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Identity
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Squared.
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Blind deafen deaden, a new retreat syndrome, that acknowledges compression, with a nod its head
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But
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Presses
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Backwards
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Just the same
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Statistical chains are fitted with teeth, in a harping audit that never will end
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To calculate
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The value
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Of life's net worth.
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Ambient claustrophobia hangs like a drop of ink in the air beneath dead halogens
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Bound to expire
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Numb(ers)
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