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Crack!

The deeper the passion,
the more resounding, the

crack,

when the hidden chasam finally opens.

That ominous, hideous, marvelous rumbling crescendo as the high mountain dam,

bursts.

Words, as free as the
once trapped waters, gushing, swirling,
violently crash onto the paper.




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