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I think a need a new clang

He turned away and sauntered across the sound wave. How did he walk with his loudness per second? She came nearer and heard his teeth. A block of white noise brought out the darkness of her eyes. She looked at him. She smelled him. Rainwater perfume. Water to sound.

“Listen to what you can of me.”

He echoed in the bare wavelength.

“Your clanking noises.”

And then, silence.

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