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Truly Spinning

 Building small documentary pyramids to bide time while time, in a word, spins. The class of limestone, the advantage of local, the geometry of lyric. Pyramidal sands, pyramidal wind of all the only gods, the best, till hopped up pyramid for a plastered grandee future. Join now in the inevitable windblown sand and key of desolation. Logocentric crisis mode avast at serial town, grown to city weight on the bluff features of rocklike Earth. Pyramid holds the space of time for this gathering. Include graves and legacy, statues and stick, see the far end of forever, envision kinetic daisy. Hear then the land scar records over the course of time, inundations great and small. Granaries invest for the dry time, round about this imagined time again.


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