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August 4, 2015
If one could find the elusive lock, then the spectral key and plunge like rocket to the target of wanting, defying need for such a hand full of trinkets gobbled in time after hoarding for the price that's always rising, swelling to meet liabilities no one can devalue devaluing them who strive like gold diggers of old with their pans on the shoreline of lakes long dried playing at deserts where no beasts of prey might keep hungers down to the source cave, where one can still see monks of old trying their best to flint a fire with dull bibles.