if you had
the ability to forget everything would you? would it free you or would it destroy you? enter a slightly more enjoyable cliché from the Gaelic for "water of life"
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Infer: This is a moment. This is a resembled movement. A document a drawing a low blow a fuck. We sift oceanic bewteen what happened and the dream. We drunk and fumble. We are aesthetically pleasing. We are floating out.
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