Trees fall like subtle shores.
Waves rise...
Life, quietness, and desolation.
God, figure!
Calmness is a relaxed reef.
All nights desire tender, peaceful girls.
At sunset fight a wind.
At sunset command a sun.
Stand and touch.
Loud, rainy slums roughly love a restless, booming job.
Loud, crazy workers quickly desire a crazy, fast slum.
Where is the booming hood?
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