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| Arranged chaos,
created in planing lost memory, found in haze. sad happiness and unrestrained tears, that are reflected in the gloomy fume. sly kindness mixed with friendly wickedness. noisy silence breaks through the dark night, lightend up by the moonlight. high mountains raising over the clouds, inviolable and surrounded by a sea of cotton whool. distant horizon, brought neat through high towers, that build up slowly and swift. a falling feather glides out of the sky onto a water. the soft landing produces big drops that fall onto my face and bedew it.
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