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- something the news man said caught my attention this morning he spoke of old trees under the ocean and how they sprouted eyes to look up to the surface and pretend god was listening and there under the layers and cubic feet the trees they spoke and someone played the organ there under the waves take a number this is what happens when we die after the shit hits the fan and we all go home this is what happens and the horses run from their stables and the wind blows to the north like someones lost glove and the hospitals are filled to capacity but the organ under the waves it never sleeps to sound...
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