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Stifling sky, between heaven and hell, where we lay our scene. Fox-brimmed carrion envisioned in incredulous caviar. Brevity for solid carp, which steals the soul of humanoids laying feelings from past seizures. I sat in my darkened room, arms around knees, feeling for a being, feeling for me. For mud, swimming in circles to understand blocks. These moments betrothed better moments. Are these better steps? Does one singing leave clothes untied? In dreams the tortoise does unwrap the mind. And we are all different for it.