To hide beauty
We grow thin inside.
What is possessed is nothing
But empty notions, curious trifles
The water is thick with monsters.
If anything big were like loneliness,
This mirage would disappear.
We grow thin inside.
What is possessed is nothing
But empty notions, curious trifles
The water is thick with monsters.
If anything big were like loneliness,
This mirage would disappear.
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