Isn't it nice to say, "You have no power over me." We have it all.
But certain bodies don't matter: acoordingly told and torn, forming
for controls. And more and more, like death even, they spell it wrong.
Interesting that it is told through physicals, and we are torn in different ways, but my body worries over your body. Both ways. Something of fear, and say with unavoidable distance.
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