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A Deep Lake Beckons
The night has whispered
many strange things into the mind,
finding a sort of depth in the shallow
destruction of impulsivity that never
really goes away.
many strange things into the mind,
finding a sort of depth in the shallow
destruction of impulsivity that never
really goes away.
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