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Vance

Vance

10mo

INFP

Leo

Whitewater

no more does the voice call me by name from a burning bush, booming: RECITE, from every surface, arabesque atom & blood-tear, erupting steady streams of sura i struggle to chant back but now i can sit in peace as if there had never been a madness which kept me from sleep or set my life aflame as if there had never been innumerable neuroses which caused me to remove nails from pavement or never repeat more than twice for fear of mnemonic vapour-lock as if there had never been such deep paranoia that i destroyed all bridges like a desperate army in full retreat no, now there is nothing at all

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