Poem collection 2

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@@ -16,7 +16,7 @@ Projectiles to pass by space; time closed thy book<br />
 To ram but slow I shut my ears and eyes<br />
 Flowing through called history thy trust no doubt?
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 Damaged walls, flake of snow<br />
 Fluorescent bulbs to the wicked glow<br />
@@ -24,14 +24,14 @@ Copper-plated zinc, as electrons fly off—<br />
 Less energy, more mass,<br />
 Bonds fuse and dissipate through.
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 Call for distress I pull through wind and <br />
 Reciprocal squares guard my flame!<br />
 Gift of time we lost our brain,<br />
 Collectively trialed to the scent of law.
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 A tie, a knot<br />
 Blank tile of red paper<br />
@@ -55,6 +55,7 @@ Coils induce, right thumb.<br />
 Like a diverging series I pass<br />
 Through covariant species.
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 Maple trees that vanish<br />
@@ -71,6 +72,7 @@ Clot! Shot? Weeding through time and space.<br />
 No eigenvalues that mind could could encompass,<br />
 While you still have the privilege for forecasts!
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 A game of roulette<br />
@@ -84,6 +86,7 @@ Faces blushed.<br />
 Perpetually elevated,<br />
 Never subjugated.
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 May the base case be proven, by induction<br />
@@ -99,6 +102,7 @@ Never do you demodulate.<br />
 No need to be redemptive,<br />
 Truth itself relative.
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 At the end of the day I phew<br />
@@ -115,6 +119,7 @@ By what they underlie.<br />
 Goodbye?<br />
 No reply.
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 Deprived of truth that I see eternal,<br />