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Table of ContentsThis thing upon me, like a flower and a feast....
This thing upon me, crawling like a snake.
It's not death, but dying will solve it's power.
And as my hands drop the last desperate pen. it's an
cheap room.... They will find me there. I never know
my name, my meaniing.
I know the treasure of my escape.
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