The elongated figure looks at me, still and cold. I have no certainties, but all I ask is calm, comforting me tummy. In the horizontal bar elongate my figure reminds me of an old complaint, I still remember. Between blots oblivion, let me forget to bring calm. These green robes make me think that we are children playing ghosts, maybe. I am no longer a child but my parents want here. Two, eighty, four, five, drop another and fill the tummy is left, let me, as I count not counting just to feel that time passes and missing little.
"The food! Settle for you put your tray-
- No, no. that of the 19 is in fast-
Thus better I do not want a comfortable later.
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