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Some island desolately placed within thishemisphere
An awning of ominous icicles
dripping
Down and down, the water flows
trickling
Is the skin cold or its it hot
amorphous
The fight is never over
dreaming
Still seeking for the pacifier
satiate
The drums beat to a different sound
palpitation
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