And the irony of it all is being revealed.
In the abyss, we need not seek out our connection; the black represents the all as won, when the I is lost, in paradise, swallowed up like light into a black hole in the center, over shadowed... sunglasses over my eyes...
What's all this about sunglasses, then?
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