</>The ground breaks up
From cataclysms and deceit.
A short man erases my memory
After a while.
A wind blows for a short time,
Tentacles are at me
Tending to be thoughts.
The quake I have assumed
Caught the breeze
And fought me lengthily.
The ground broke up in
Two seconds, and I faced
Death yet again.
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