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An imperfection of the perfect state. My dear how do you hear what you fear? All the rain drops down the stairs and puddles the base. A mud world inside of the curls. On saturday the sun was shining and found it's way behind clouds before monday. Does love crawl up your leg and into your soul or does it spill from your heart down to your toes? Mirrors and fake distances light finds it's way to the corners. Will it ever come back again. Will it ever. Down into the drain my little friend and I'll miss you while you're gone and I'll forget you while you're gone and I'll remember you when I'm gone. I'll be coming back then. At the end.