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Pass it down

Pass it down

Centralize a space to connect breath, tuning in 
Take a breath
In step, via the molecular hairs across the dermis of skin 
So detailed, without anxiety a clock marks the precision of body 
Collectively alike, Each limb mimics stone constructed stairs
Molded for pedestrian life, as a vice defence for city B Queens
Not a nice thing, cute lacking since upbringing
Constructed storage layers with capacity 
Stasis and plasticity
Chasities leaving lips indepth , negative language sworn down a lineage
Choice got folks leaning towards screaming, louder 
At transparent wise dollars, so dense 
Price less, the business unkempt 
Showering whimsy pipe leaks 
slowly within cerebral black concepts 
Fabricated, even that reality seen by receipts.. Precepts 
Locomotive.our ability to be none-the left 
Release, rotten be the leaves of unpruned trees, grim 
Muse least the chance to choose 
Foceps , medical lines parallel to each flood gate 
Now be the kept 
Ascend, balancing a level cranium 
Useful maintenance to gain the gift 
Follow through 
Dimensions 

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