Now you can see
Deep in my eyes
And you ask me
How far you be?
You be the ice
The ice of anything
From pieces, parts
Don't ask me
Like an idea, think,
Will zero line starts?
Will starts. In darkness space.
From parts of souls
For fly and flee
From pust to sacral place
Through stealth holes...
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