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Con them abstract, it does not fail for what it has inside betwitxt themselves in spite of protests large abode, virility enough is naught, scintillating light kills barely them to sparks it smashes and produce the fate of she who he comes through it and largely is nothing discriminating and rejecting the analysis of growth bissecting life does only make it fruitful and beauty passes by their faces, imprinted in the grainy paint again subsuming threshold, perceptive blight in labyrinth of wakes, in tomes of shards, in licks of feelers, who do have mind of grain and the agility of stones plummeting through the spacetime to nail down single leaf