You don’t understand, people want to die, they just don’t know it, because they must live, do all the work, for the harvest, that old man, reaping, lives like grass, golden fields, sweet Mary, you became so pretty, blessed by the heavens, and Hermes, just whisper, make a connection, such a dirty bush, so stinky, looking back, I''m grateful, so glad, that I plucked that berry, so bloody, so sweet, my mouth slobbering, with the stink of it, lord knows, I shouldn’t have done it, but I live in a jar, a world of possibilities, so much work, I worry, for the consequences...


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