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oh, fearful crying people, the fool is by the river, watching but not swimming. it takes energy not to get used to it and fall into this place where everything runs together and dies; this quiet kingdom, she is now and forever will she be in silent celebration.
we deal in dreams. we deal in dreams. we deal in structures that grow cold in our hearts.
- we deal in dreams, live
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this feels like church to me.
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