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@%*;;,,,,, Would I Have Done It, What Is The ,,,,,;;*%@
@**««,,,,, Purpose Of This Process, What Does It ,,,,,««**@
@@*«,,,,,, Consist Of...? And Through The Process ,,,,,,«*@@
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#@%;;,,,,, I Wan'T A Bottom Floor, A Concept ,,,,,;;%@#
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@%;;«««,,, Abstract They Are, The Things, Until ,,,«««;;%@
##@@%*;«,, They Cease To Be Things At All ,,«;*%@@##
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##@@%*;«,, Are We Just Stacked Triangles? There Is ,,«;*%@@##
#@@@%*;«,, Nothing I Can Do With Triangles. They ,,«;*%@@@#
##@@%*;«,, Can Not Shelter Me In Any Meaningful ,,«;*%@@##
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