come with me we shall change night to day, a tied up moth seems to know a different way
we focused like the hubble telescope into the heading-for-hell worthness nigh...
we focused like the hubble telescope into the heading-for-hell worthness night the head of our nights and the found world makes a bushel of me, the delicate order of a labyrinth of me, the power we felt against the night, because of fear of our own boldness, and of how much we trust danger.
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