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My thunder comes before the lightning. My lightning comes before the clouds. My rain dries all the land it touches.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
What is weightless but it needs two person to hold it?
It is a part of us, and then replaced. It escapes out bodies, to a better place. The world becomes its sizeable home. Its passions unrestraint, the planet it roams.
What can go through glass without breaking it?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?