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i caress you surrounded bymoisture and the air stops burning the lighthouse increases the pressure this room isnight's warm echoi'm walking descending through your streets the roof are laiden with your scent inlaid thevortexpositioned through light the vice is perfect carrion hoardes through spectres' dense heatthe arrogancemet by midday white noise you rise to me now entreat that i watch only silence betweenhere and the placewhere you stood
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