Giant Mammal 1147
Totally grotesque behind the rain
We taste dull knives about the flowers
Alass! The night is vanishing
All rabid in the land
You absorb evil eggs among the flowers
Be watchful. The bastard is vanishing
All tiny beyond the dream
I squeeze blue elves on the fog
We Reach! The inspiration must continue
darkening and altered
not understanding
the next life waiting
At how many harbours
my friend
chase his dream
and never catch up
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