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I KNOW ONE NAME
Sometimes in the jumbled crowded corners of my mind, I find the presence of some
things so very fine, that even I am amazed and in awe, and I wonder where they came
from at all. I test it for possible fraud, or someone else that has been here, all of it based
on premortal fear. But, who am I, except an open channel, in a world gone mad, where
nothing, and no one, is ever clear.
Hidden messages, meanings based on fear, here, later in life it doth appear, at just the
right moment, in the hemisphere.
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