serpents eats its own,
a serpents left its home
out to the world it went
the world wont take the serpents
serpents comes back to its home
serpents eats it own to stay home
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For whom, it suddenly occurred to him to wonder, was he writing this diary? For the future, for the unborn. His mind hovered for a moment round the doubtful date on the page, and then fetched up with a bump against the New speak word DOUBLETHINK. For the first time the magnitude of what he had undertaken came home to him. How could you communicate with the future? It was of its nature impossible.
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