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Scapula ill-time nor forsatire mile learned mounds to comprise. The space between the children is formed of what is not formed, That existence and non-existence come to one another to form a universe, a pervasion and intermingling, we are as real as we are unreal. A lode and Batholith succumb, above the multitude same and connected from fractal interjunction, who are themselves atop the plateau, encircled. White bark assumes the role, the city of it encircles, lodged and lupine. Celestial bodies are fleshless in the above, the sun never reaches their heights. The circle is tall and hollowed, and it composes the thousands of orifices, shut off by instant, the children star-washed are sleeping, beams of solitary when word on written leaps back. It's veins are mutile, moving as it breaths sachc into air, water flows throughout it, and cleanse the city in night, no pathogen osmosites inside, traumatic penetration is not possible. Throats are still, complete and formed, a tree sung-high , parabolic in measure.