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| Subsistance substance Existential essences brace the new wind however seems the drifting wish of endeavour becalms my iconoclastic tremour distance from the throng of compulsive-superstitious almost-people To be the sky to fly like the howling wretched wind, burning the sun with buffeted storms of sheer energy. A perfect song. . |
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