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# <center>Remnants of speculative chemistry.</center>

<center>Remainders of speculative chemistry 

Prophetically calamitous dreams 

The undead surrounding us like moving frequencies 

There's a house or a cage 

Something alright for the disturbed 

In any case, the entryways continued opening 

There was dependably a rupture 

The risk was covering up inside 

In any case, nobody could know 

On the off chance that we adjust the past 

The future can't develop 

Running and mauling our way through trees 

The rooms of my mind are scratched and unclean</center>
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