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love this roaring silence
in your head when it's triggered a high-pitched whine
you know release is bottomless
its roaring high-pitched triggered whiny time

you've split your strings of turbulence
leave your sane thoughts for splashing water winters
shush your deep low dark voices
for turbulent water splashing low desires

you were born to be a mechanism
and the vacuum is too pure
follow the hiss of danger
it's mechanic hissing vacuum allure

when this is demented perfection
you know you've been caught.

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