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￭ n_everending story 
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Again, I built a dam
On my life And already I feel the pressure of these liquid hours Swollen and warm Pushing on my organic cement Ready to give... I am a series of explosions And ruins of broken dams - memories Of so much life contained in just one moment, Consumed by the abyss down beyond my lips. But how many damfulls of this bittersweet poison Can I swallow Before I drown?
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