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How neat that you are!
An accident of my existence, and then, the happiness within becomes stronger than me, than my bones, which you crush in a hug, always painful, wonderful always. Lets talk, lets converse, utter long, vitrified words, like chisels disjoining cold river from fiery delta, the day from the night, basalt from basalt. Take me, happiness, upward, and smash my temple onto the stars! until my world, protracted and endless becomes a column, or something else, more tall and more soon. What neat that you are! What strange that I am! Two distinct songs, slamming, entangling, two colors that never before saw one another, one from the very beneath, the other - the highest of high, almost broken, in the shivering, singular fight of the marvelous fact that you are, of the absolute chance that I am.
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