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Linear flapping and then a sting, the wavering insecta crashes against the Oculus. Scratching upon reflections of irritation, the tear duct leaks lucid white trickling down walls of skin.
Sing Swan song This is how our cries to blank void Becomes a joyous song Sing Swan song For a death and rebirth in Christ Let the sound of our voices Enclosed in defeaning silence
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