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Facts Abate

I'm a simple one dressed in grey, forfeit my reign
as the deserts that came before us
left to ponder our dry weltering condition
black holes hear ever word we have uttered
a pattern forms and seizes control despite intention
flood me out wash away dilution
flood me over kill the vibration
to form again what already has been

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