I am alone, an island of immense peculiarity and dimension. I seek an end, and through a needles eye shall it pass an amazing fortune it is. It is a whisper, passed through this needles eye a whisper short of the heart and fearlessly free. Come to and hear the tiny whisper pass. I love you, it is what you shall hear, and it will be the last.
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