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A long chasm, yawning, waiting of flickering non-noise. Some people have added some construction to it, giving it worship.
Quiet of the long dawn, of the market of sweet embrace. Nothingness, a blissful companion that heads off opportunity leakage.
Even when I network, I still face its sweet comforts as I stream. Copyright free music and an awkwardly placed mike.
I stare into it.