follow soot.
Restart my mind.
Thinking of the path winds the path.
Chasing the feeling provokes it removed.
It is windy.
Restart my mind.
Meet me in blank confidence.
Blatant be the way from there.
But,
how?
Let me brew in the truth of Next.
As if light comes from the opposite side of shadow, I don't
believe it.
Darkness doesn't penetrate.
It lingers as if cold.
Except that it's never cold.
Fickle quantum is between all matter, and that's
being kind.
Reaction is everywhere.
Where did this soot come from?
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