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I terminate before the ashtray takes down til the time I wonder where I have left the hyperreaction I used to exude at the time of getting out of the bed I ignore due to my fear or flying on an apparatus full of faulty mechanic mechanisms unlike my defective bodily mechanisms which swell in spite of all the will I burgle out of nowheres in the mind of nobodies who dare look at my face since they cannot hear the voice somebody-someone holds dear inasmuch as tones can make the soul tremble.