| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - cosmic Death,there are sandbags to be tossed,there are animals to be drowned,yet lightness is inconceivable;there is a liquidity to sadnessbut no words to explainthe searing rib-in, rib-out -the flight attendant brought a glass ofwater; the sky was still blue.you imagined the mountainsasyou imagined the whistling of a leaky heartbut if you learn control and self-effacementand becomeinvisible/impen
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