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Galavant

We swim in slime of a kakristocracy. Its murky yet neon green; with radioactive counterfeit dollar bills. These waters are toxic; it's inhabitants littered and hypoxic. Ethnocentric, psychographic, demographic divides each line in it's Net worth catch. Yet there is a falling cascade. A where about place where Seahorses galavant. There can be no chuevinism; where she provides and he bears his own legacy. The Stud and his Mare. Subsequentially inside a tsunami, crashing down on a barren coral reef. Even in these tumultuous times, he will ask for her egg and she shall concede. Now wading in the torrents of a dream; they and their offspring, sleeping peacefully beneath the Stampede.

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