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I want to settle down. I'm tired of myself. And the building up for breaking down. It's a still-life overflow. I'm stuck below zero. A flood of feeling in made-up meaning. A rush until there is no remainder. But I won't stop kissing clocks until I find love. And I'll scream until we are no longer empty. And you'll be a heart beat away. A black hole forming. That will dissolve and disintigrate Into nothing.