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I do not feel my body
mother of a century and me neck and neck
glibly labeled the sea
tons of fish on them tons knacker
Do you know how to write like heaven
Do you know how to leaf through the clouds as the space
Do you know at least one answer
which will not lead you to death
to which you are not ready, as always
to which you are willing, even if all the icons
would bleed
glibly labeled the sea
tochit wind rocks
cuts out the evening of lard
who knows at least one answer
who knows at least one alien word
holy
nothing in the ocean
no one in the оcean
сandle in infinity
madness
love
all suffering
blood, and I
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