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The cracked speckled vision weeps, works and sometimes speaks. The way it goes:
To no avail, drawn tides reap better water. To your knowledge:
"Better" is incremental, or we are all subdued in wanting. Even my need of likeness is workless, calloused feet walk below abroad. Their hands will hold me, its overflow and everything in between.
You are the way I will sometimes go. With no mental pace, I could stay here, and through this time, this place is slow, but sure, without death.
Every once is my own.

Description
The cracked speckled vision weeps, works and sometimes speaks. The way it goes:
To no avail, drawn tides reap better water. To your knowledge:
"Better" is incremental, or we are all subdued in wanting. Even my need of likeness is workless, calloused feet walk below abroad. Their hands will hold me, its overflow and everything in between.
You are the way I will sometimes go. With no mental pace, I could stay here, and through this time, this place is slow, but sure, without death.
Every once is my own.