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doors missing, windows shuttered, eyes gouged like king of thebes, gloucester, i bid thee well, i can't see anymore, like losing a sense, direction, never, compass points in all directions including north, dvd, toys, more and more, no end in sight, and not because i can't see the light at the end of the tunnel train with visions of jumping screens of television lights causing headaches aching heads reliance on the eyes, aural sensation not enough enjoyed, too quiet
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