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5-5 (Flesh and fate)

 It's the same again, for you


Over and over again your Sisyphean body replenish itself of the waste. You build yourself up to life that you have inside of you. The coded need to become a father. And I, an empty vessel you echo yourself in to think I can be the truth. 

I only want a windy plane of a beach at night. The only virtual that is lights and music around. With some people to share existence with, a dialog scripted in 6 pages for each duos. We are grand and inhale the niceness of the now. Along with the chemicals in our bodies. We are made of flesh and fate. 

Today, I reminisce of all the times I have made a decision. Am I to make a decision today? I have made one.

I want you but only through flesh and fate. I love the boulder I roll, you do not, but you're insane.



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