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the nights left spending
sent a draft at how they'll ever be again
the perpetuity of instances and questioning, questionable important instances

however there is mortality and resources
limited by meaning and depth
shouts that are swallowed by finity
dissuaded by constance
the urgency we promote at present length

we beget the subtle emergencies within we waste our lives
and the tricks of us tasteful father figures
reveals the essence of the mortal face
every seemingly benign expression
the threads of meaningful tapestry
living proof that we render sparks from the corners
examples of how meaning folds