When your agony soars
high, will you take away the brains
of weird people? The rift will decide?
Give me more light.
I have to find a stingray and dried
up river. Whom you will save?
Coming out of the cave,
does it make a difference, when you
walk barefoot on a transparent frozen lake?
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