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random starlight meets a blind eye seeking undiscovered self-importance pleasant distance finds me still slighly awaiting what is getting closer the radio directs the hunters into the shark aquarium mother ship we're doing fine but somehow we lost contact noble fractions out of vague distractions blurring relevance of many details the radio directs the hunters into the shark aquarium mother ship we're doing fine but somehow we lost contact an overdose of frequency a random line to lead the lost the radius was not defined and somehow we lost contact as if it's slowing down the fall