the A rush
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decade per minute
grief to be to play to dissettle
that memorial kiss time
what was the A rush

the reflections adulated
the strange riding complexity
their unnewformability
where is the A rush

it’s a bad sad
“you must rebuild a me
a biologic
so I can ride the A rush”

there’d be more people alive
than centimetres in the real world
the every virtual wanted
the ever declined
the A rush





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