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The stalactite was a lonely little thing, with a drip drip drip it would sing. Feeling itself, slowly growing downwards, longing for union, but never knowing, if seed was sowing. The stalagmite was a lonely little thing, with a splash splash splash it would sing. Feeling itself, slowly growing upwards, longing for union, but never knowing, just keeping faith In growing. Song - Inxs, Two world's colliding.
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Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 5:34 PM UTC
It could take thousands of years
The stalactite was a lonely little thing, with a drip drip drip it would sing. Feeling itself, slowly growing downwards, longing for union, but never knowing, if seed was sowing. The stalagmite was a lonely little thing, with a splash splash splash it would sing. Feeling itself, slowly growing upwards, longing for union, but never knowing, just keeping faith In growing. Song - Inxs, Two world's colliding.
Nick-Moore
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Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 5:34 PM UTC
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