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The sun rises and sets
The soul and body play game
I perceive, though.

For no meaning I skip a pebble across the river.

Without any goal
I cast a line fishing in the pond.

With no reason 
I kick off empty cans clattering.

Please, don't inquire where I am 
In a dense fog.
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February 23, 2023 at 9:48 PM
On the verge of sleep or madness. Your choice. The body restores cells that were damaged or destroyed during the day. The brain denied sleep for 7 days stops functioning stopping the heart. Sometimes, the Christians are as stupid as sheep and must be MADE TO LIE DOWN! Happy Sabbath!
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