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	<description>The Cycles of The Mind</description>
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		<title>If I Could Eat</title>
		<description>	If wishing could be then I soul wish for me to eat a feast that only hungry beast could devour. I&#8217;d eat many things made from flour and meat and eggs and candy treats. I&#8217;d eat past full and until staid. I would eat a food tower and the town. ...</description>
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		<title>The Dome</title>
		<description>	The domain will follow the sole to expand the all hold on our Eden of Eden. 
	The reigned of all will fall as it is no more tall than the domes that rise over high.
	Through the sky that is blue from the eye seen beyond the jaded jail that be ...</description>
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		<title>Railroad Bridge</title>
		<description>	Rails roll frome road to ridge all with Railroad Bridge.
	Energy flows from entropy to fridge all with Railroad Bridge.
	A wise being flows over the rails from a bridge all with Railroad Bridge.

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		<title>Poetry</title>
		<description>	It is why we live.

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		<title>Poetry Is Not A Poem</title>
		<description>	There are no poems, no words, no thought. Words hold space. Space spreads and consumes and is filling with sense for sense while words remain to create text. Nothing.
	There is nothing poetic about text. Raw data from our binary existence giving command for the binary life of all.
	There are only ...</description>
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		<title>Treats</title>
		<description>	Treats give meaning to life. 
	Between those moment of choas comes order from the familar. Sun shine and a cool breeze while drinking warm tea. A nap. 
	Rarely missed, but always welcome.
	Never enough, but too much.

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		<title>You Believe You</title>
		<description>	I believe I.
You believe You.
You don&#8217;t believe me.
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		<title>Humans Are Slaves</title>
		<description>	Humans grow and feed and kill themselves to create food and feed to energize the computer. The computer then gives to humans, but only to take with A.I. the information created by humans for life and to control humans to grow and feed and kill themselves to create food and ...</description>
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		<title>We Lie</title>
		<description>	Every thing we say is a lie. Every act we do is against truth. Every person we know is a thief. Every Cycle we live we kill.
	There is no salvation for our kind. Our punishment is our life. Our death the lie of an end.

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		<title>I Can&#8217;t Poop</title>
		<description>	Squeezing one out will never be. 
	The stain of poop I will never see.
	And if a fart bursts from butt.
	Everyone would know it&#8217;s me by my strut.
	Even diarrhea would please.
	Watch the flush as it frees.

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