I spring up from the abyss.
From the Infinity.
From where there are no senses.
I pant.
I suffer spumously.
And I'm getting out of this.
I rumble and crawl angrily.
I knock down the rocks.
I'm dying. I'm undermining.
I ate the stone even.
In drought I wobble.
I am getting lost. I'm drying up.
I come back like a whirlwind.
A wand, can you find?
Restrain
... eternal Love.
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