It was in a room fiction.
One beat to the bed.
Mystery at my slave.
"Give my chains some keys dear, reality is crumbling..."
(from) misuse, misuse, Oh! Can't you see that efficiency can't free you.
To dash the corpus with duo be L but in binding Y instead.
Into foolishness I go, far from impulse and out to Neurasthenia for all.
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