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This drifting constant companion wind the pure and steady tone of a bell is
not enough to move vast in its emptiness me but I feel singing peace and
silence it all the time against gentle surrender to a lover my skin against
memory before birth my lips it is in everywhere before and after my ears a
unknown but certain whispered scream I do not listen let it take me but
it is there erosion release the fist that holds takes millions of years but it
can move mountains it can move mountains.