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Cold callousness climbs, erecting itself into the care of demolition. We would be like worms in an apple, devouring until wretched peels of dull significance fall curled around themselves. A promise, whisper: Permanence in the throes of the Gyre
Vim G.H and Baby (P. Peppinstone): Whirl Silt
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