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it started with a wave no a tsunami. it started with a tsunami bringing chaos to the order crushing the structure flooding normal until i was drowning in an endless ocean
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Late at night, my thoughts come to play Dancing in my head, each leap of thought a new a brilliant point Sometimes bright and full, sometimes melancholy All creating a glorious web in my mind’s theater
This is Home By R. M. Otto
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