| «Native to a narrow space, I crave for anautonomy
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| Darting more than just a glance into this mind of mine
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| Errata-footprints witness my trespass
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| Srorrim fo tenibac a hguorht sdrawkcab koma gninnuR
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| The idle heir is oozing
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| And with on overdose of innate aspiration
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| I delve into you!"
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| «As for whether I daydream or not, I cannot tell precisely
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| Yet numb fever relieves me of every doubt
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| My corporeal entity — assailed!
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| A let-off calamity noxiously roaming
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| To dastardly interfere in my synaptic crevices
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| Wraith, loathsome one
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| Don’t you try to entrench yourself
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| Into my stamping ground!
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| Squatter, be off with you!
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| The here and now slides out of focus
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| While the sun reappears at my vernal equinox
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| But it sears the delicate fields teeming with growth
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| My dazed wail to soothe but the plainest distress
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| Reluctantly conceding the soil to this paramount bane"
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| «Control — I am the valve that controls the flow
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| Alternate — The query to the binary response
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| Delete — Replacement thrives best on the void
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| After all … it’s just a matter of life
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| It was … just … a matter … of life !!" |