the dews from heaven
clouds as puzzle pieces
we are frogs in a boiling pot of water
i will croak first or i am the only one who will jump out
air
doubt not, fear not, not not
as a man thinketh. so is he. this is she
or life is vain, vein, life is vein, a bloodless war
even strangers know where to stab
nothing can come from nettles but nettles
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