Limbs float across a washed reverie of introspection unimpeded in their own designation,
wandering across a deluge of stimulus, forwarded through the funnels of challenge as the soft
melodies repeat themselves irreverently without any consensus of opinion, whilst the oppressive
manipulations play their own stage and the star struck, slowly dissipate and become submerged in
their own banshee wallowing, whilst cringing beneath the façade that has been banished from it's
place of holiness and righteousness, while all the time the song plays a haunting melody of a
figment of a remembered essence.
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