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anbiowek&#@& ikldf & 2o

Too many things we know with the spastic chasm of our brains quivering just to hang in. A ruckus among us is vibrated to neutral, finally, with lust for old, for new, meshed and interchanging. Sprung anew with the shifting groundwork of blind love we morph from ideal to ideal..passion has never been so boundless.

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