Together we ride with the trappings of life within the seams, and roll over and back in the belief of the systemic nature of redemption. Moreover, we seem to entail nothing is beyond our reach now that we tempt it with our fingertips. There is no residing knowledge in the excessive regard to life. This life swells with its imperfections and betrayals. Who is to know what awaits without a night watcher? If anything, we are already over and out like a flame whistled by a gasp of air, a bubble of respite from this tough, tough living.
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