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Lying perfectly still the rhythm of my beating chest capturing echos, the silence drifting inward without out ward stimulation. A frequent occupation sought after without deliberation creating patterns that have never dwelt in flesh but felt. Take this stoney heart smelting! it in your forge transforming it from choice rock to a fortress of steel with a key shared between made of brass for you and me built to last. Alcamey in effect white burning flames impurities cast out with cold steel hit hard on hot altercations spitting from the flames. Then lifted from the ashes of previous regret and dusted from its mould behold! A fusion of belonging.