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the future hinged on a moment in which were thrown out a few words
that changed the path you were on; words representing a passing
thought, but entering other ears, passing synapses congealing into a
concept, a precept, but I didn't mean to impact the pact, to derail
the real with the schpiel expected to dissolve into mist but instead
seen as Mercury with a message, accompanied by a blaring car horn
heard as gabriels trumpet tea leaves drift into accusatory patterns
jetstreams skywrite false warnings raindrops beat the retreat
Chamber
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