Irrevocably – irrationally
Demand or devote
When the time is collapsing
One
Two
Three
Dimensions
Physically different
Expressing or repressing
Changing gold into a mud
Three
Four
Five
Intensions
Spiritually coherent
Gaining or wasting
Living on the edge or balance well
It is not a choice it is the theory of probability
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