Childish force of nature, my swirling body swims with salt drops dropping in pools of unexpected pleasure. Crashing water weeds washing their spirits with me. Together we cross over the top layer, before we get sucked under the other underneath pulled out to sea.
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City nightmares constants frightful ticking moments of our dreams licking the pavement, snapping claws and jaws of giant chomping beasts, breaking down these rubble streets, clean and filthy all at once, powerful beasts that light up majesty, their wrong choices buried in the right ones.
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