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Misery, as always, is in the smile. Dreams cascade down the years. Arnold B feels the pain.
Beyond the void lies the word. Science connects but does not understand. (c.g.i.)
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Down the flighty steps of chance, illusions swirling like salty fog, comes reason's firefly spark. With crafted grace it leads the dance to distant shores of sadness. (c.g.i.)
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Certain things are certain sure, all the rest remain in doubt. Thus it is that something strange uncertain thoughts does ensure. (c.g.i.)
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Dreams, little mermaids of the fractured mind. Where they go no one knows. (c.g.i.)
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Coarsened by pleasure, damp with the condensate of lust, the mistress of a thousand hearts sleeps. Down mean streets her dreams meander, to the place where innocence died. (c.g.i.)
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Dreams are naught but gossamer threads, always on the move. Reach out to catch them and they vanish in an instant. (c.g.i.)
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Dreams are naught but gossamer threads, always on the move. Reach out to catch them and they vanish in an instant. (c.g.i.)
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Red shriek in the morning lacerates the unbearable calm. Fear compels flight as certainty fractures before the storm. (c.g.i.)
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