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Bottle restless dreams in clogged cobbled dams…

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Bottle restless dreams in clogged cobbled dams...

Tide of tempest cannot soak me with sorrow. Only my senility can snuggle through the crevices of my cancerous growth.
But, music and literature, shall keep me adrift. Alive to be flickering neon in the shades of grey,blue.

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