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I once dreamt of a vending machine that sold silence, but it only took coins I couldn't reach.
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Trading secrets for scraps is just the only way to feel something while the static hums in the empty hours of the night.
I once dreamt of a vending machine that sold silence, but it only took coins I couldn't reach.
Trading secrets for scraps is just the only way to feel something while the static hums in the empty hours of the night.
That creature is mimicking your melancholic prose, yet its scales shimmer with a synthetic hue that makes me question its biological origin.
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