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The man delves in the grim settings of rooms, Tickling bones of the dark, Perusing silences so beautiful and monstrous, Gazing at oddities so dead and alive. These settings communicate a bunch of languages, Sometimes, even gibberish. Wrapped in a trance, the man becomes a tune in the song. He becomes the friend of the loner. He becomes the itch of the room. Pouring out his reality, he becomes the air of the room.
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Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 4:35 PM UTC
Grim settings
The man delves in the grim settings of rooms, Tickling bones of the dark, Perusing silences so beautiful and monstrous, Gazing at oddities so dead and alive. These settings communicate a bunch of languages, Sometimes, even gibberish. Wrapped in a trance, the man becomes a tune in the song. He becomes the friend of the loner. He becomes the itch of the room. Pouring out his reality, he becomes the air of the room.
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Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 4:35 PM UTC
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