18 Lamens is dawned from the sun, a new mast, a road, a field, a forest, a grew coast, the
wings beneath the waves, and eyes, obsidian eyes, with torrent-type protruding, it collides,
and while this house is born afloat, and broken into breath, its bones beneath the
ground, and the breakers, forever, 18 vessels spored into one, of ten-year tribulations,
the true gods, atop a roof, await the lay, the eyes, who fly, the eyes, who fly, the
sub 보여드� Arts were born astray, the
cause of looking backwards soon.
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