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Nausicaa 353
Because we are insignificant
We drown in the sacrament
Itching with slope and purpose we
Might be angels
Accidentally thinking that our strides
Are long enough to reach god
But we are short and end up among the sparrows
Keep your eyes on all the
Skinny monkeys
Throwing pies in the faces
Of the queen. They are so good at it that
Maybe we have made our last mistake.
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