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Everyone screaming into the abyss ...
Abyss, absently smoking a pipe, sullenly swirling whiskey, echoes our noises back blasphemously blatant.
Silence softly sobs, Spring's stressful sourly moans.
Need nothing more than to drown the silly sorrows, surly silences
Seems sucking sizzled, sugary Absinthe, absurdly appropriates everything eventually