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Lamenting on the days I must live

Against the icicle dottes of an air conditioner; the quiet is unbearable and yet so loud in that conversationless plane. We will perceive silence a virtue until it inevitably gnaws at your ribcage with starving cuspids and a lateral incision hankering for woeful cardiac organs.
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