Pith enough.

The pith of the alchemy. Isn’t without you or me.
A filthy deceptive of the global man.
Three dimensions in and going further.
She mounted up.
And melted through.
Kinda lot a lot of little and and enough.

Mounted up riff and the tainted on clock.
Forgiving the process as I forgive myself.


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