draw my soul. - тритоны
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I'm trapped in a jar, the door tightly closed
where a hundred heads like me, headless
where our intentions are purer than jade
in the desert of hope to find a sip

a black net has caught not only
the legs of an escort service worker
BM keeps pulling a needle from the heart
but here, neither vs nor impromptu will work

we are like a canned product, a sweet scent
will pass its stop, poor thing
up and die, crushed, poached
Goldratt smiled, a victim, thank goodness

jump in with us, we'll find a place
abandon your ocean, blindly bartering
ambitious black soil for oxygen
will leave you a mindless fish

the tanker has opened up, spilling its catch
onto the ice where decay will touch
newt guests from other worlds
a spasm of anticipation

eyes with cloudy cuts
not to probe with focus Flashing
plastic, then blades
a shoal of gray victims of ikigai

glass with a meek message
endorphin of the fifth-tenth
depriving the race of double reading
dissent in spots, wiped out

alarm clock with a Darian mountain
window screens, a blue glow
I'll set off easily and obediently
to confuse the Möbius loops again