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Apr 2019
The stupor came to a rest.
As long as you keep breathing you’ve won this fight.
Forget this terrible vibration, worthless.
No point in pondering unimaginable secrets.
It’s merely gibberish, product of a foul paranoia.

I had hair on my tongue... the mind is easily fooled.
Realize a thought, but remember to follow peace and tranquillity.
Pleasant music fills my ears.
Don’t fear, one could settle quickly and enjoy a dream.

The air was thin to breathe.
I found what we were looking for, at last a fair excuse to celebrate.
An ocean of spectacular fluorescence.
Whatever happened, it was going to be good for us.
chaffy
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