Receding fluid brings motionless moments of perfect vision The eastern sun breaths for this dead century. Generations restore, experiences. As we channel the pulse for a new age. Ordinary days remind me of, the distance between us. A broken face flashes with surprise. Transparent communication, recollecting my memory. The inner density of the brain. Never speculates, the subconscious. Artificial beliefs. The thoughts batter the hidden questions of exhausted memories.
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