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Leviathan, eat me alive!...Chew me to bits of chords and beats...Elate my existence and allow my soul to run free in your veins to find home in your heart...

311311

Waves of unrequired yet acknowledged redemption flooded this already flooded mind and washed away those ideas of nothing, thus new leaves of grass have arisen and definitely driven this sand away.

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Tongue-tiedness lays out as a feverish result of a long-lasting, sour effect provoked by this whizzing-by of ideas my brain experiences, hence it is quite hard to speak clearly, thus silence.