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Whirling roots branched on veined white, smooth and icy, absorbing the unchanging reality of infinite graceful diaphanous tinkling. Repulsive, earthy emaciated mass slumped on the numbing, waxy white painted now by ruby veils. Devoid of being and full of self. Frigid fraying of the finished threshold varcable by a fiery silence.
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Undefinable
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Ozzwald
"Some.... BODY once told me the weekend was gonna roll me. I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed!'
wow.
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