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do you want to wake up?
I think I want to wake up. Feel the tired hand of John attempt my baptism, again, again. Tell me, did he delicately tap at the metal encasing your ears? The cast-iron mechanical shell that circles up and down your arm is rusting on the inside; I saw it a thousand years previous, when we windmilled aimlessly under our planet's surface. Wake up! Wake up before you dive, awaken your alloy irises, even if you understand no language, you will never be able to forget me-- I made sure of it.