- - - - - - - - - - - -There's a clean equation
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As my arrow hits the star
- - - - - - - It's a rivering orb
- - - - - - - - - - - -this beach is sharp with a coast I rub on,
- - - - - - - - - - A young ghost off the spring to your reversed pause
Color runs down
- - -: while a god sleeps in the disappearance
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -What's passing through death as closed?
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