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Whilst I was engaged in sitting. I spied the dead carrying the living
Where humans breath liquid?
Looks like water, but it's heat. Sits on sand, lays on concrete. A play on the eyes, but it's all lies.
Ten men's strength, ten men's length. Ten men can't break it, yet a young boy walks off with it.
If Teresa’s daughter is my daughter’s mother, who am I to Teresa?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.