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Our story begins with the celebration of a series of events, perhaps too much energy was bestowed...
Our structure is leaning, bending under the weight of the tidal flows we set in motion...

Wind whipping through my guts... perpetuating the already ever existent bottle neck of thought..
I grab onto every soul I see fit, imploring with desperation bleeding from my eyes..

I think back to the countless victims of my truth..."Did they see it?"

I have dropped seeds from here to the South China Sea...

Catch me on fertile soil..
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