Slowly percolating lava.

Explosions, walls, lies, hysteria

Noone to rely upon, loneliness becomes best man

On nothing, to rest up, lonely always twice

Ironed out contraction

clapping hoisted wave

Pushing, touchy,

leaning, kissing,

tasting wind

With Tomorrow: deja vous at the launch hole.

Unidentical, yet similalaneous

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