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Will you watch the petals shed from the flowers in bloom?
Nothing can live up to promise
Nothing can stop its narrative
Nothing in place of catalysts
And you'll never be pure again
oxygen is a myth invented by the liberal elite to control your lungs
No you can’t get friendly with an autogynephile
Don’t be taken in by his narcissist grin
He’s imagining how well he’ll fit within your skin