* Emwama
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You are the neck of a bottle. The World but drips into your soul. We dwell in the deluge. You come to us as a cataract. You assume you are unitary and alone, when in sooth you are a mob of blind men, crying out words you cannot comprehend in voices you cannot hear.
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    December 17, 2016, 11:37:20 am
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    November 21, 2018, 07:41:04 am
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    November 01, 2017, 06:05:35 pm