There is a placeAlways in the undertowBegging at bestHollow cultureWhen you existAre you observable? When you resistAre you approachable? When you pretendAre you unreadable? The unspeakable must settleOn your spy frame mindThe reason you came hereIs the reason you fleeAlways to the same place
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