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The First, his bones creak. The kick of his artillery jolts his body And he moves with it, a jerky dance that goes unnoticed As the air is filled with the sound of metal and collisions –
My mind is free of almost all the bindings. I create something out of nothing   I am invisible because of the over windng. I am not compatible with their lusting   The world treats me differently
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