... so I stop ...
... and say my name ...
... only nine times.
Return ...
... the beginning ... ... and I go back ... ... because I want everything to stay the same to some mishap ...
I lie ...
... my room smells of death ... ... and despair ... ... but only managed to move a little true corpse ...
... my body ...
... severed to the bone ...
... invariably desecrated ... ... Reduced to inert
pollen, and nothing more ...
him and now we are only
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