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sky, that was supreme. They were lovely, perfect, liquid, living images. They go quite well with Orb's remix of Hybrid's song, Higher Than A Skyscraper, by the way. For I be that.
Overturning, waves within
Wrenching muscle, twisting skin
Wrap your nether round my heart
If it whines, don't let it in
As the night seeps through the door
Kitchen counter, bed and floor
Far too drunk to cuddle now
Don't you fret; I never snore
Atmosphammers crack my head
Morning breezes reek of dread
Silent, quick, and lithe I leave
Walking shoes are filled with lead
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