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 just the thought of a risen 

flood,

oh by the love of the impulse

that fabricated us,

is it right to descent into the

level of a soul?,...

write the remains of a sad

belonging,

if all this makes sense,

it is for the sake of a profound

fear of change,...

take my hand,

and call me old-fashioned murderer of 

well being,

but please don't leave,

i need the need of your presence