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First
First, there’s a wall of impenetrable heat, coming at mefrom behind, but for some reason, it hits my feet first like the tide from theocean. Where it’s only really touching one tiny part of your body but it feel… -
Burn, II
One, two, three, four hard and sweet and bright a sprinkling of dissonance this cacophony of sounds, my city there's four ways to find the sublime One, we rip out the seams taking cover in the underbrush Two,…
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