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NEUROM42 | 2020-01-30  
The Mind spreads like silver wings gathering storm into celestial light.

Through crystal panes we grasp souls that sleep like seeds.

The fever grows, unable to escape. Can't fathom.

Nothingness seems not to be frightened of reverberations.

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