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Continually Deadened As peristalsis, I had to rid my system. A molting of skin from without and within. I simply had to be free of him. The duodenum the cerebellum, any sense of his being. He was an infection to be purged. I'm lighter now, perhaps in the head. But better than continually, deadened.