The sound louder breaks by wonder; ego-silence; philanthropic snatcher. A prime we hold, a voice we time-out by own drive, a private demand, an indolent dispassion. Such an electronic silence cuts the space dimension of the free one-place-world we tumble under. This is the bawl as a hulk reptile, something former, somehow noiseless not sure of its own. A sound of unspeakable words stepping clumsy aside. Somehow to come uninvited and strange, somehow it should has and wants known that's sounds louder than mine should have concerns higher by their heart and soul unknown.
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