Full and utmost darkness the lurk of a diminishing mind that finishing the caress and address of lining skin in nothingness. The takeoff of days and nights within a grave of own settle and resettle. Crying and dying that scarce and rare upon the sight and insight of the long days and nights. The might scratch and hatch the seeds that seem to outgrow the hairs that around and around that skin. Bin the waters that recycle and cycle utmost the lost within the depths of life.
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