The needle
Wisps of bliss memories slipped in planes of reality. Mists of insanity rips addictions to vanity. Rifts amid fallacies strip concepts of morality. Fits of fists flying grip a sick, twisted duality. Enigmatic intentions glistened in webs of encryption. The prismatic dimensions envisioned eyes which could listen, The chromatic perceptions insisted ears perceived visions, But the climactic injection consists ballistic afflictions.
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