I'll lie directly
and subtly into
your palms. We
begin a cycle of
adaptation to
the alignments of the
stars. Predestination
lies within Sunday's
star drawn from
the influence. The
influence that comes
from the judgement that
lies within poetry.
A harmless gateway
to the devil's dramatic
conditions that lead
me to the signs of
water and fire. I'll
regain my strength by
unlawful observation.
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