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335 / The wind tickles tempests

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334 / Listening invokes portents

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333 / Reality, the one-eyed that doesn’t see

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332 / To write is to move debris

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331 / Fatigue sewed the eyelids

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330 / We stop being what we projected

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329 / With every word we fragmented the silence

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328 / Moment: sepia look

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327 / Necessity maintains us

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326 / We are what we did not say

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325 / Context is detonator of detection

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324 / To be flight of the sky with no ocean

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323 / Fragmentation safeguards us

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322 / The normative prescribes us

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321 / How to pronounce oblivion