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For one mans word tells many of mans words-its only that of the originator of this utterance that shows pure then water-as to the word floccinaucinihilipilification an estimation of something as valueless- the price of ones inter thinking is valued at not, cascading each mortal partWhirl to a inaccessible, unknown trance...Only to latch on exhaustive paradise in ones own think boxZbMcD

Everlasting breath swimming ever so deep into the dark waters of the lake, one can clear its mind even if the visions are impossible to seeeyes wide open, lungs striking the ending climaxthe body glowing, glistening among the entire waterfish swimming miles on in just to admire the illuminate wastenight cascades, currents drifting the glow out wards into the uncontrolled watercoursetossing and turning all the way out to seagargantuan whale swallows the glow, darkness returns one last timethe phosphorescence spirit returning to the forest for all to look up at, for the breeze to attempt wreckagebut my roots run farinto the earth my glow once more shinning on, only now will I understand lifes existence ZbMcD

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