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I fall into spaces, made for shapes that, curve in ways I won't bend...

Alarms don't wait. Sound of the siren, a call to escape, planetary violence, slip into the silence, I hesitate.

No man is an island, I can't relate. I fall into mazes, imaginary places, the devil's in the pages,

thoughts tessellate.

I could be your pilot.

Fly you where it's quiet, I think you would like it,

let you see a side where nothing is divided...

you are cordially invited.

I fall into cages, made for my enslavement, escape to their amazement, unlivable wages, crisis of the ages, how could you relate?

Inevitable change. Politics and taste.

Climbing up the mountain, high upon its face.

Dismount with grace.

I fall into gazes, enviously painted, greener than the grass that we always feel adjacent, quarantine containment, likes and commendation, all for entertainment,

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