I am comfortably numb; listening to that clear, soft and cold voice drawing transparent vowels into my ears. e.o.a.e.a.o. Explore the darkness. Amplify echoes of a synesthetic whisper colored in a slightly spicy, heavy, sweet fragrance of tuberoses. Get along. Get along. The quiescent twin is slowly waking up. Stretching itself in the rain. keunyeol ijeo. Subdue the rain. Forget about the street. Just listen to slow movements of your own dance.
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