WHAT IT DOESNT SAY ------------------ at this time of night at this time of night my mind feels as a puppet supended by twine by frces of thought pushing for the consant continuance of that specal thought dance with no egard of behst from any of physical suggestions or duress as the performance plays out increasingly awkwar as if supendd in time in equal parts both druk on the vine of this hour of nighttime an hopelessly impressed wit its own uniqu fee of rhythms atterns and rhyme
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