It's here. It's there. It's in front of my face. It's sharp. ...
I walked on it, Squished it just a bit. Decided to fly. To touch the sky. ...
Sharp It's here. It's there. It's in front of my face. It's sharp. It's deadly. It's approaching at a slow pace. It's turned out the light. Good night.
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