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it is cold in here and a candle warms the room, the floor is cold,colder then before. I overstate the obvious just to enjoy the pain. Have you seen the venture the obvious the stain. The moment of recognition the element the sin. I am slipping on the interface the digital will begin. the emotion the staircase the only way to defend. I am speaking of a criminal a devious in mind. A little tiny voice an etching in my mind. In the chaos of the soundbite. I heard the new song. Singing of the tidal wave and the beaches were gone.


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