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Relinquished Intoxicant
05:35
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let one more be all that is left let all that is left be one more assayer of my will i have no power left inconsistency of the maelstrom no will of my own let one more be all from the thick dark brine a familiar hand from the familiar hand a thick dark brine preserves my decaying state blind and alive in a state of decay all i can do is muster the strength to fall headlong into the brine a decadent stream of swirling lights and a burning so hot from within one sentient voice piercing the meniscus one sentient voice says stop
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Inverted Osmosis
05:46
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out out out it seeps glistening as i writhe this derelict form evicts its hostile tenants make way for nothing space air sweep the foyer burn the abattoir out out out the decanter opens and i seal you in
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Senses Disturbed
04:31
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tacet
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Inhibition Returns
06:13
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now as the senses adjust to their new and heightened state and the expectation of bliss descends upon me reveal expose the shame of eden wraps its translucent shawl around my heaving shoulders others have known me but i have not known myself now in the eyes of those who i have wronged i see the fool as they see him i am become like adam but i am not naked i am housed in a sheath of my past who is revealed who is exposed what good is freedom for the face that wants to hide
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Undisclosed Benefit
08:41
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no more about the light cat's eyes replace my own sifting through the murk now i may navigate not all seeing but far from blind i can see obstacles and with effort overtake them see temptations and avoid them with new will the canary wings heavy with coal dust exhausted at the mouth of the mine but still breathing i see pitfalls where others might not i dig trenches where others might build my mistakes mine alone my success mine alone i own my own decisions i pave my own path failing on my own terms at least i have that
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Sobriety's Curse
04:47
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born in retrograde raised by the weak it was my nature to succumb nurtured like an invalid unprepared for freedom destiny a thing held aloft in high regard but like god and his promise of redemption it does not exist to attain to an ideal is the most we can achieve our lives pivot over the fulcrum of our experience at the peak of my powers weakness bred in me took hold i rebelled against no one and blamed all ran from danger and endangered my benefactors and now in this place i see every despicable moment up close and unobscured now on this plane of existence unimpeded without aid victory is possible joy within reach BUT NEITHER IS EVER GUARANTEED
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Jon Epworth
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