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[bodytext] => In a moment the world became still, there was a lull in the tumultuous, bristling way we went about things. With a flash, it all returned to normal, but not exactly, the leaves turned brown as the ground grew white, the sky opened up with gray clouds threatening the night. Instead of a burning sun, rains poured from the heavens, winds swirled on, in a circular motion. The people are restless, as chaos stirs the prevalent commotion as the salt is removed from the expanding ocean, used to manufacture tears to heighten the sensation, elevate fears, of reality, subjected to distortion. During this phase, all else is forgotten, appointments enslave the process of time production and with the reduction of resources, came panic, then the destruction. There were, however, advantages to reconstruction this urgent, and sudden surge of everything human flowed like humanity on a sacred mission, as futility became comical, flipped a relief from the upright position. ________ ____ [comments] => 3 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Mangos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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