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#@¶&%*\=., agency. too much agency already in this ,.=\*%&¶@#
¶%***\==., room. saturated. i can only do what it ,.==\***%¶
#@¶&%*\=., wants in the way it wants. ,.=\*%&¶@#
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&&*===,,,, second, its true thoughts slip through ,,,,===*&&
&%\=,,,,,, to me, previously unheard even by its ,,,,,,=\%&
@&*\===,,, builders (the room was thought to be ,,,===\*&@
¶¶¶&%*\=., without consciousness). ,.=\*%&¶¶¶
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&%*\.,,,,, down, going off to sleep, making ,,,,,.\*%&
¶&%%%*\=., themselves comfortable first... is this ,.=\*%%%&¶
#@¶&%*\=., only optimizing a resting position for ,.=\*%&¶@#
##¶&%*\=., the body? or is there another will ,.=\*%&¶##
&%**==,,,, involved? ,,,,==**%&
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¶&%%**\=., a dark listening taking place, ,.=\**%%&¶
##¶&%*\=., a silent concert. ,.=\*%&¶##
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&*=,,,,,,, is there another desire injected at ,,,,,,,=*&
##@¶&*\=., hypnagogia? something from the other ,.=\*&¶@##
##@&%*\=., side, guiding them, ,.=\*%&@##
¶¶¶&%*\=., arranging their bodies. ,.=\*%&¶¶¶
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