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 Grandeur Of Melancholy

Algorithm

What is...I did the math,
but answer if off.
And by alot, just
decide what it wants.

What was left behind
becomes more of remainder,
I just get past, every loop hole
in my hand.

A bible of making no sense.
Get pretty close to psycho babble.

Take it as: one plus seven
minus eleven, divided by six
equals 
6.16666666667.

Can I know my items...
get back to seven.

or is it only the mere glimpse;
I just don't know where I am
heading when it comes to
eight hundred thoughts 
I lost on the way to the
meaning store.







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