Stymieing thoughts, grating them against emotions, pushing into a very tumultuous eruption, speeding exactness of necessity into a placement of tidal motion.
Seething slowly, regurgitating many ideas into vats of solace as they are juggled and sought out after every giant movement.
Sending life scattering into directions of bliss, following precise quotas of afterthought.
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