this is a brink i walk a trust a misunderstanding a false premise a halted start, a preordaned desity, a manfested reality, a gingersnap cookie wafting in a windowsill, waiting to be consumed by a hunger without end, without mercy, i dont look upon the sea or the light of day i live in a world of moond lighting, drunken blur, the sloppy disheveled
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