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Existence is a pleasure
the green tea I made, the laptop I Stroke
the noodles she made
the baby I bath
this life is a measure
of how long you can live with it empty
and still remain certain it's full
Existence is forever
if you ruin what is left
you return to the fall
the gathering is certain
the language is flawed
the same old situation
the brave and old simulation
some have never been given a razor to stall.
Existence is forgiven
the pain isn't an equivalent
the knowledge is golden
we are to be given a signing to give permission
to authorize our existence
statisticians, magicians,  teeth,
to be what is